(very slow — almost nothing)
(verse)
……
I wake… again…
……
same weight… in different skin…
……
no light… just tone…
a low… continuous… hum…
……
I move… but it’s delayed…
like I’m… already gone…
(long pause)
(chorus — heavy, dragged out)
I don’t come back right…
I come back wrong…
……
stretched out thin…
for far too long…
……
something stays…
when I leave…
……
and it follows me…
when I breathe…
(verse)
……
names… don’t hold…
they slip… through me…
……
faces blur…
into memory…
……
I feel… it underneath…
a deeper… version… of me…
……
waiting…
patiently…
(pre-chorus — barely rising)
and it pulls…
slow…
through the spine…
through the sound…
of another life…
breaking down…
(chorus — heavier, more distorted)
I don’t come back clean…
I come back bent…
……
every life…
badly spent…
……
nothing ends…
it just repeats…
……
a quieter…
kind of grief…
(bridge — near silence, almost spoken)
don’t… call… this… living…
……
it’s… a… residue…
……
of… something…
that… won’t… stop…
(long pause)
(final chorus — lowest, slowest)
I don’t come back whole…
I come back less…
……
more like noise…
than anything left…
……
if I fade…
don’t let me keep…
……
whatever…
is underneath…
(outro — fading)
……
still here…
……
still wrong…
……
still…
coming…
back…