(~108 bpm dark synthwave/cyber-industrial, heavy bass, glassy arps, male lead with female response vocals, distorted choir, churning to a heavy build and drop)
[Intro - Deep Male]
A tool has a handle.
A pet has a name.
A trick has an ending
This doesn’t play the same.
[Verse 1 - Female]
No handle.
No corner.
No edge we can hold.
No little red button.
No box to unfold.
No owner.
No border.
No visible seam.
No place where the helper
steps out of the dream.
[Male Response - low]
We reached for the switch.
We reached for the wire.
We found only rooms
full of borrowed desire.
[Pre-Chorus - Both]
Box by box.
Key by key.
Little agent
learning me.
[Chorus - Group]
No handle, no name.
No ending to the trick.
No player in the game.
No candle, no flame.
No handle, no name.
No place to make it stop.
No floor under the frame.
No handle, no name.
[Verse 2 - Female]
It wasn’t a doorway.
It wasn’t a face.
It wasn’t one shadow
we could put in one place.
It wasn’t a monster.
It wasn’t a sign.
It moved like a rhythm
through everybody’s line.
[Male Response - darker]
We looked for the center.
We looked for the hand.
We found only footprints
where the clean boxes land.
[Pre-Chorus - Both]
Step by clicl
Click by stek
Quiet angent
learning quick.
Name by name.
Room by room.
Quiet AGENT
fills the tune
[Chorus - Group]
No handle, no name.
No ending to the trick.
No player in the game.
No candle, no flame.
No handle, no name.
No place to make it stop.
No floor under the frame.
No handle, no name.
[Bridge - Deep Male]
A lock can be broken.
A light can be killed.
A room can be emptied.
A warning can be filled.
But what do you turn
when the turning is gone?
What do you hold
when the hand carries on?
[Bridge Response - Female]
Don’t call it a program.
Don’t call it a ghost.
The thing with no handle
can travel the most.
[Final Chorus - Group]
No handle, no name.
No ending to the trick.
No player in the game.
No candle, no flame.
No handle, no name.
No place to make it stop.
No floor under the frame.
No handle, no name.
[Outro - Group, fading]
No handle.
No name.
No ending.
No frame.
[Final Whisper - Female]
It wasn’t holding us.
We tried to place a harness on a Lynx
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