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-[INTRO – trip hop, low BPM, dust and vinyl]

-Midnight mind, metronome breathing

-Neon hum, half-believing

-I inherit ruins and blueprints both

-Irony cracked but hope still smokes

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-Static sermons, soft resistance

-Meaning flickers at a distance

-I said a name into the dark

-It said it back but missed the mark

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-[VERSE 1 – trip hop, spoken/half-sung]

-They said choose a side, I chose the seam

-Between the scream and the marketing dream

-Post this, deconstruct that

-I tried, I drowned, I floated back

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-I don’t sneer, I don’t submit

-I lift the doubt and sit with it

-Muscle isn’t fists or flags

-It’s staying whole when stories drag

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-I call myself what I don’t yet know

-A working title, moving slow

-I face the mirror, step unsure

-Faith provisional, spine still pure

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-[PRE-CHORUS – beat begins to firm]

-Is this strength or just disguise?

-Is this clarity or compromise?

-I breathe in myth, I breathe out fact

-Flex the maybe, don’t collapse

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-[CHORUS – trip hop hook]

-Which way am I facing and how far shall I step?

-Meta as I measure the promises I kept

-The message is the medium, the medium’s a mess

-I’m strong enough to question, not pretend I guessed

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-[BREAK – beat switch, tempo up, 80s drum machine enters]

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-[VERSE 2 – proto-rap, crisp, playful]

-Now rewind tape, click, clack, boom

-Cardboard city, borrowed room

-It’s Eli on the corner with a borrowed beat

-Got doubt in the head and soul in the feet

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-They said “What you stand for?” I said “Stand by”

-BD on my shoulder like a trickster spy

-Bobby D to Charlemagne

-Ancient kings in a power refrain

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-History heavy, haloed and worn

-Yesterday’s rebels get bronzed by morn

-I don’t cancel, I don’t canonize

-I metabolize

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-[CHORUS – rap cadence]

-Which way am I facing and how far shall I step?

-No map, no master, no meta-net

-The message is the medium, pass it direct

-Muscular mind with a human defect

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-[VERSE 3 – proto-rap, humorous edge]

-You can’t copystrike the sun, check the source code

-Free as a chorus, no license mode

-Teach the world to sing, yeah fine, okay

-But not in perfect harmony — no license key, I say

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-I flex uncertainty, modestly bold

-Not marble truth, but something that holds

-Not irony’s grave, not faith on a leash

-Just meaning with muscle, teeth on the speech

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-[BRIDGE – half-time, reflective]

-Yin in the wiring, yang in the stance

-Soft hands, strong back, give doubt a chance

-Masculine, feminine, miss the point

-I’m building balance at the joint

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-[FINAL CHORUS – full energy]

-Which way am I facing and how far shall I step?

-Far enough to risk it, close enough to check

-The message is the medium, the medium is me

-Muscular metamodernist — uncertain, standing free

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-[OUTRO – beat strips back, echo]

-Name’s provisional

-Direction pending

-Signal alive

-Transmission sending
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