THE PRODUCTION (THROUGH THESE EYES) [Artist: Eyepiercinglove] [Tempo: 70 BPM | Vibe: Ethereal, Cinematic Alt-R&B, Slow Piano, Deep Atmosheric Bass Cinematic Alt-R&B, Ethereal Piano, Slow Heavy Bass, Vulnerable Female Vocals, 70 BPM, Atmospheric, Spiritual.] (Intro) (Sound of a film projector clicking, then fading into a soft, echoing piano) (Adlibs: Is it rolling? It feels like it’s always rolling. I’m not alone... I’m not alone... Keep saying it 'til it’s true.) (Verse 1) I wake up and I’m staring through these glass-paned eyes Watching the credits roll on another day of lies. The lighting is perfect, but the set feels so thin I’m looking for the woman hiding underneath the skin. They say I escaped the "illness" when I was just a child But now the "movie" feeling is running through the wild. I’m a CMA, I deal with the facts and the bone But I’m a stranger in a body I’m supposed to call home. (Adlib: Action... but where’s the heart?) (Verse 2) Fifteen minutes is the limit, fifteen minutes is the wall Standing in my mother’s house, watching it all fall. No heat in the pipes, just the chill in the air And the eyes of the creepy dolls giving me a stare. She’s collecting the wood, she’s saving the tiles While the mold is growing in the corners for miles. It’s a house of paranoia, a stage of decay I have to step back just to keep the "real" at bay. (Adlib: It’s too cold to stay.) (Chorus - The Hook) (The music swells, sounding like a grand movie score) My life is a production, and I’m tired of the lead I’m looking for the substance that a soul really needs. It feels more fake than real, like I’m trapped behind the lens I’m waiting for the moment where the "movie" finally ends. I’m not alone, I keep whispering the phrase But I’m lost in the fog and the cinematic haze. (Adlib: Through these eyes...) (Verse 3) Failed relationships, because the touch doesn't land It’s hard to hold a shadow when you’re looking for a hand. But Jesus, I’m calling, come and take center stage Rip out the script and burn every single page. I need the gentle whisper of the Spirit in the night To tell me what is heavy and to tell me what is light. Protect me from the Father, keep the darkness at the door I don't want to be a "character" anymore. (Adlib: Holy Spirit, breathe on the set.) (Bridge / Outro) (The "movie" sounds fade out, leaving only a warm, grounded acoustic guitar) (Tongues-inspired Scat: Sha-la-mi-ta, Ra-ka-te-lo-va... I am real. You are real.) (Adlibs: He’s the Director now. No more dolls. No more mold. Just the light. Just the Truth.) I’m not alone. (I’m not alone) The spark is coming back. (I feel the heat) Eyepiercinglove... finally stepping out of the frame. (Fade out with the sound of a deep, grounding breath)