[Soft, echoing acoustic strums in a muffled closet space, voice low and hazy like smoke curling up]
Verse 1:
Why's the sky a ceiling when stars punch through? (Punch through)
Am I just a glitch in the code, or the coder's blue?
Existence whispers secrets, but they're laced with lies,
If nothing matters, why do we chase the highs? (The highs, yeah)
[Pick up tempo slightly, fingers sliding on strings for that intimate squeak]
Chorus:
Hey big guy upstairs, spill the beans or bust,
Is free will a wheel we spin, or rust we trust? (Trust it)
No shame in the ask, no guilt in the game,
We're all cosmic dust, playing pretend in the flame.
[Pause, heavy breath echoing off walls, slow arpeggio build]
Verse 2:
What's the point of pain if pleasure's just a tease? (Just a tease)
Souls on sale, but who's buying the lease?
Time's a thief in the night, stealing breaths we borrow,
Tomorrow's a promise, but today's full of sorrow. (Sorrow lingers)
[Voice cracks intentionally, like holding back tears, guitar harmonics ring out lonely]
Bridge:
Met the maker in a dream, face to face no filter,
Asked if love's a ladder or just a kilter off? (Off balance)
He laughed in riddles, said "Son, it's all a pun,"
Life's a sentence served, but the period's undone.
[Strum harder, closet reverb amps the raw edge, falsetto creeps in]
Chorus Redux:
Hey eternal echo, decode the dread we dread,
Is fate a plate we ate, or bread we're fed? (Fed lies)
No chains on the tongue, no locks on the lips,
Questions flow free, like apocalypse trips.
[Softer now, strings muted, voice trails off whispery]
Outro:
So here's to the void, voicing voids without voiding the voice,
No penance for probing, just rejoice in the choice. (Choice, yeah)
Why exist? Why resist? In this closet confessional,
Answers dissolve, but the asking's professional.
[Fade with lingering chord, closet door creak implied in silence]
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