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INTRO (VOID — NO DRUMS):

(deep sub hum, barely audible)

Before sound…

there was pressure.

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DROP 1 (REALITY FOLDS):

VERSE 1 (SLOW, GRAVITATIONAL):

Step in—space bend

Bass hit—time end

No run—no flee

Whole sky—look at me

No prayer—no sign

Still move—still mine

Built spine—black nights

Heart cold—ignite

I don’t talk—planets shift

I don’t rush—stars drift

Every word mass-loaded

Say less—galaxies notice

(pause — sub dips)

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HOOK (CHOIR + 808, IMMENSE):

Let it burn

Let it tear

Hear my voice

Everywhere

Let it burn

Cosmos shake

When I move

Systems break

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VERSE 2 (SNAP FLOW — EVENT HORIZON):

Older—denser

Pain temper

Every loss—core pressure

They watch—can’t breathe

When I walk—laws leave

Gravity ask permission

When I decide to speak

No flex—this force

No rage—this source

I don’t fight the universe

I correct its course

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PRE-DROP (ALL SOUND CUT — ONE LINE):

I don’t raise my voice.

I change the rules.

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DROP 2 (BIGGEST HIT):

HOOK (CHANTABLE, APOCALYPTIC):

LET

IT

BURN

(choir answers)

LET

IT

BURN

(808 descends like a black hole)

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VERSE 3 (FINAL FORM — COMMAND MODE):

Old? Yeah

Worn? Yeah

Still stand—singularity core

Pain came—good

Forge mode—stood

If it end—fine

I lived true

No crown—no throne

Just weight—my tone

When I step—universes tilt

That’s not hype—

that’s built

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FINAL DROP (CHOIR + SUB ONLY):

Burn—

Burn—

Burn—

(each “burn” drops an octave)

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OUTRO (SILENCE, THEN ONE WORD):

This isn’t music.

It’s inevitability