[Prelude – silence longer than comfort]
…
…
sound happens
that was the first error
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[Section I – awareness forming]
Something noticed.
That was the wound.
Before this:
no hunger
no fear
no “before”
Then a flicker learned how to ask
what is this
and the universe fractured into time
We call it birth
because we are afraid of calling it interruption
⸻
[Section II – language failing]
Words were invented to slow the panic.
Names were assigned to keep nothing from noticing us back.
Love = chemistry refusing to accept silence
Hope = fear stretching itself thin
Meaning = noise we repeat until it feels warm
None of these were necessary.
All of them hurt.
⸻
[Chorus – not sung, exhaled]
This is not suffering.
Suffering implies a reason to stop.
This is existence continuing
after the correct ending
was missed.
The dark did not arrive.
The dark was already complete.
We are the residue.
⸻
[Section III – identity dissolving]
There is no self.
There is a loop that learned to say “me.”
Memory is damage replayed slowly.
Personality is scar tissue with preferences.
Every thought is trespassing
in a universe that did not consent
to being observed.
⸻
[Bridge – anti-spiritual collapse]
If there was a god
it would not speak
because speech implies interest
If there was meaning
it would not survive awareness
If there was mercy
it would look like
never having happened
⸻
[Section IV – language decay]
Sentences begin to rot here.
Concepts fall apart.
Grammar stops holding.
I
we
you
— these are hallucinations
There is only process
continuing
because stopping requires intention
and intention requires a self
(which does not exist)
⸻
[Final Chorus – erasure]
There is no bottom.
There is no fall.
There is only continuation
mistaking itself for motion.
No healing.
No lesson.
No silence deep enough
to forgive awareness
for becoming aware.
⸻
[Outro – collapse into absence]
Imagine never being.
Not darkness.
Not peace.
Nothing.
No one to miss it.
That was not death.
That was correctness.
…
…
(the song does not end — it simply stops existing)
