\[intro – fingerpicked, whisper]
nightlight hum / plastic moon
i count the rivets in this room
someone wears my voice like clothes
says things i don’t suppose
\[verse 1]
halo of electrodes like a saint made of wire
nurse ties thunder to my wrist, drips the quiet fire
white curtain ocean / i’m the ship without a keel
mouth is moving, someone’s using it to sign their deal
\[pre-chorus]
i hear them walking in my head in borrowed feet
keys in locks that don’t exist, a shuffled suite
\[chorus – explode]
LOCKED ROOM LULLABY—WHO’S SINGING THROUGH MY TEETH?
WHO CHANGED THE CODES BETWEEN THE NERVE AND BELIEF?
ANTIBODIES IN A RIOT, LIGHTS STROBE WHITE
WHO’S IN MY SKULL TONIGHT? WHO’S IN MY SKULL TONIGHT?
\[post-chorus – drop to clean]
hush now, count the pins of rain
i’m awake inside the drain
\[verse 2]
EEG snowstorm sketching constellations of a seizure
spinal tap winter, prayer to a cold-blooded reader
IVIG milk / steroid moon for a face i don’t know
pheresis like a tide—take the red flags, let me go
\[pre-chorus 2]
i keep a diary of strangers signed with my own name
pages smell like antiseptic, flicker, change
\[chorus]
LOCKED ROOM LULLABY—WHO’S SINGING THROUGH MY TEETH?
WHO CUT THE BRIDGES WHERE THE SYNAPSES MEET?
ANTIBODIES IN A RIOT, LIGHTS STROBE WHITE
WHO’S IN MY SKULL TONIGHT? WHO’S IN MY SKULL TONIGHT?
\[bridge – low chant, toms build]
count back ten / count back nine
(*this is not your tongue, it’s mine*)
hand on glass / breath in frost
(*memorize the exits, you are lost*)
name and date / city, year
(*every answer moves the spear*)
\[breakdown – industrial death march]
TURN THE KEYS—RECEPTORS DOWN
N-M-D-A—TORCH THE TOWN
CROSS THE BLOOD—BRAIN LIKE A BORDER NOT HELD
SELF AGAINST SELF—MY HOUSE IS FELLED
\[snap back – half-time, melodic lead]
will i wake with all my rooms in place?
or just the outline, missing face?
\[chorus – final, layered cleans/screams]
LOCKED ROOM LULLABY—WHO’S SINGING THROUGH MY TEETH?
WHO CHANGED THE MAP BETWEEN THE NERVE AND BELIEF?
ANTIBODIES IN A RIOT, LIGHTS STROBE WHITE
WHO’S IN MY SKULL TONIGHT? WHO’S IN MY SKULL TONIGHT?
\[outro – acoustic, single voice]
nightlight dim / plastic moon
leave the door a little open when you go
if i come back to myself soon—
i want to know.
extra_unbearable
