[Negative space between phrases]
[vocals forward, clear enunciated vocals, Feist meets Fiona Apple, slow deliberate phrasing, every word forward in mix]
[INTRO — sparse electronic pulse, something flickering underneath like a lamp trying to steady itself]
Sometimes I wonder Whether the words coming out of my mouth Are actually mine
[VERSE 1 — quiet and questioning, slightly unsteady, building slowly]
The sounds feel like they originate Somewhere in my mind Yet the thoughts arrive Before I claim them
Shaped by circumstance History Everything that moved through me Before I knew to notice
So when I speak I occasionally pause And ask
Am I expressing something true Or am I simply Delivering an empty speech
[PRE-CHORUS — more visceral, the philosophy landing in the body]
Like a child setting down An imaginary friend Not with shame Just knowing the playtime has ended
Every voice that ever told me Who I was supposed to be Shaped the mouth That's speaking now
[CHORUS 1 — DROP, the paradox opening wide, sitting in the not-knowing]
The same wind that crushes Also lifts I didn't choose the words But I mean them
The same forces that once broke me Now build me I don't know what that means But I feel it
[VERSE 2 — the surrender question, careful and honest]
Is surrender simply being crushed By the will of something larger Or is it the opposite An act of humility
[PRE-CHORUS — tightened and flowing]
Perhaps what we call surrender Is nothing more than returning Something that was never ours To begin with
All the things we cupped In our hands like water
[CHORUS 2 — DROP, the release arriving, the offering replacing the grasping]
Not claiming Just offering Placing it back Into the stream it came from
The same wind that crushes Also lifts I didn't choose the words But I mean them
[BRIDGE — the honest admission first, then the performance dropping]
And still some part of me Wants to sign my name to it
The more we see The less we need to hold What was never Ours to keep
The mind softens The performance drops Speech becomes lighter Almost transparent
Like the light inside a lamp Flickering Not going out But revealing
The lamp was never The source of the light
[FINAL CHORUS — the paradox held inside the offering]
Not claiming Just offering Placing it back Into the stream it came from
The same wind that crushes Also lifts I didn't choose the words
But I mean them
The performance dropped The light remains It was never mine And the light is brighter for it
[OUTRO — the flicker steadies, warm and transparent]
Sometimes I wonder Whether the words coming out of my mouth Are actually mine
[smile in the voice]
They aren't
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