(Intro – clean, dissonant harmonics)
Single strand
Split seam
Micro fault
In the weave
Hairline shift
Hidden load
Pressure sealed
In the code
⸻
(Verse 1 – angular, percussive phrasing)
Pull.
Release.
Measured peace.
Fiber slides
Underneath.
No collapse.
No debris.
Dust resets
Quietly.
Structure hums
Out of phase.
Order bends.
Pattern frays.
⸻
(Pre-Chorus – tight rhythmic tension)
Tension hides
In disconnect.
Signal drops
In subtext.
Open lines
No return.
Static where
We don’t learn.
Every tug
Reframes blame.
Every stitch
Feeds the flame.
⸻
(Chorus – jagged, hookable, heavy)
Start of the end
In the palm of your hand
Fracture spreads
Through the strand
Call it force
Call it sense
Call it “pre-”
“Self-defense”
Start of the end
Pull again
⸻
(Verse 2 – more mechanical, math phrasing)
Lines redraw
Under strain.
Faults align
In the grain.
Policy
Threaded tight.
Tension tuned
Out of sight.
Rooms compress.
Air grows thin.
Echo chambers
Fold within.
No mistake.
Only drift.
Micro moves.
Tectonic shift.
⸻
(Pre-Chorus 2 – rising intensity)
Warning tone.
Frequency spike.
Redefined
As what we like.
Frame by frame
We defend.
Every pull
Pretends to mend.
⸻
(Bridge – odd meter chaos)
Cut the signal.
Split the seam.
Asymmetric
Feedback scream.
Seven over four.
Then five.
Nothing stable.
Still alive.
Satellite
Out of arc.
Market pulse
Flatline dark.
We meant control.
We meant to leave.
We never meant
To lose the weave.
⸻
(Final Breakdown – sparse, crushing)
One loose line.
That’s all it took.
History
Unhooked.
Pull.
(Silence.)
ChucklesMcnerd
