[Pre-Chorus](The drums pull back to just a heavy, clapping funk-thump. The dark folk acoustic guitar fingerpicking returns, weaving around the vocals.)GrizzlyJones:I was dancing with the echo,Of every failure I used to own.Ezra (Warm, clean harmony):Then Your voice cut through the feedback...GrizzlyJones / Ezra (In unison):Said "come home, child, come home."(Four rapid, crisp handclaps build the drop—)[Chorus](MAXIMUM ENERGY. The full folk-funk rap production explodes. Big bass, driving drums, and wide vocal layers.)GrizzlyJones:DUST TO BONE, I’m not my grave!I feel a fire in the dark you gave!Divine calling pulling me higher,Through the smoke, through the wire!Ezra:Dust to bone, I shed my skin!You break me open just to pull me in!GrizzlyJones:Harness this holy connection, Lord!GrizzlyJones / Ezra (In unison):New year, new heart, rebornGrizzlyJones:Take this heart... make it Yours.Every beat... every war.Empty hands at Your throne,Leave my shame... leave my bones.Ezra (Beautiful, soaring vocal run building up): Ohhhhhh...(The slap bass starts to pop rapidly, accelerating into the final payoff—)[Chorus](THE FINAL SHOWDOWN. Highest energy mix. Massive festival width, crowd-style shouts embedded into the background funk groove.)GrizzlyJones:DUST TO BONE, I’m not my grave!I feel a fire in the dark you gave!Divine calling pulling me higher,Through the smoke, through the wire!Ezra:Dust to bone, I shed my skin!You break me open just to pull me in!GrizzlyJones:Harness this holy connection, Lord!GrizzlyJones / Ezra (In unison):New year, new heart, rebornGrizzlyJones (Gravelly whisper, fading down):New year.New heart.Reborn.Ezra (Fading down, clean vocal): Dust to bone...(The clock strikes one final time, followed by a sharp analog toggle switch click that plunges the track into silence.)
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