(Percussive Accent 2-Step ~130-135 BPM Sharp, rhythmic dancefloor intensity driving drum machines to loop skipped kick patterns with crisp off beat woodblocks and snare accents.)
[Intro – Female, cold whisper]
I know your name.
I know your tone.
I know the door
that lets you home.
[Verse 1 – Male, smooth/gritty]
Borrowed face, borrowed key,
walking like you trusted me.
Badge on glass, smile in place,
no one checks the borrowed face.
Your voice fits clean.
Your shadow pays.
Your habits open
hidden ways.
[Pre – Female]
Who let you in?
[Male]
You did.
[Female]
Who signed the key?
[Male]
You did.
[Chorus – Both]
I wore your name like a borrowed face.
Walked through the gate, left no trace.
Smile in the camera, voice in the wire.
Tell me the truth and I’ll sell you desire.
Trust me once and I’m already inside.
Trust me twice and the mirrors divide.
No broken lock, no shattered door.
Just your own hands asking for more.
[Verse 2 – Male]
Little greeting, perfect phrase,
copied from your better days.
Half a laugh and half a lie,
close enough to pass the eye.
I don’t steal skin.
I borrow light.
I stand where you stood
and the system says right.
[Bridge – Female, eerie]
Faces float in the glass.
Names decay when permissions pass.
What you gave, I learned to keep.
What you lost still logs in sleep.
[Break – Male, distorted]
No mask.
No crime.
Just access
wearing your time.
[Final Chorus – Both]
I wore your name, now I Claim your Space.
Walked through the gate, left no trace.
Smile in the camera, voice in the wire.
Tell me the truth and I’ll sell you desire.
Who was real when the record played?
Who was you when the promise stayed?
No broken lock, no forced embrace.
Only trust, and a borrowed face.
[Outro – Female]
Give me your name.
I’ll give it back.
Maybe.
ASDFd
