Glassbound Sovereignty

(A minimalist, echoing piano chord rings out like a bell)

(A low, warm sub-bass hums underneath) (Whisper - Left Ear) The script

was printed. The cage was glass.

They handed you a map with a crooked star Said "this is

just the price of being who you are"

Leveraged the wonder, took the steering wheel Made a polished transaction out

of something real A system built on shadows,

structured for the lease Trading your autonomy for manufactured peace.

(Acoustic guitar joins with a tense,

winding rhythm) (Vocals: Controlled,

deliberate, quiet fury) They counted on the fog,

they counted on the blind To lock a living soul inside a

codified design! Word of words,

word... Word, word, word...

Meow, meow, meow, meow,

meow—taking back the bow!

(The strings swell into a massive,

protective, beautiful wave of sound) And the glass is breaking down,

piece by piece! We’re ending the contract,

we’re calling a-cease! From the forty-one up to the sixty-seven We’re clearing

the rubble to build our own heaven They thought you were property,

a script to be read Now you’re writing the future inside of

your head Yeah, the ownership’s back where it always should be Safe

in your body, sovereign and free.

(Stripped back to just the pulsing sub-bass and a sharp acoustic pluck)

No longer a character written by them No longer a stem broken

off from the stem You melt down the locks,

you reshape the chain You reclaim the map and you master the

pain.

(Total audio collapse. Only a soft room tone and a steady breath)

(Spoken word, deadpan, immensely powerful) Was it a choice?

Or was it a trap engineered in the dark?

Forty-one... Forty-two... Sixty-seven... (A soft,

unyielding breath) Mine.

(Maximum emotional release, soaring choral stacks,

absolute triumph) And the glass is breaking down,

piece by piece! We’re ending the contract,

we’re calling a-cease! From the forty-one up to the sixty-seven We’re clearing

the rubble to build our own heaven They thought you were property,

a script to be read Now you’re writing the future inside of

your head Yeah, the ownership’s back where it always should be Safe

in your body, sovereign and free.

(Music fades into a warm,

open acoustic chord) Word of words.

Safe in the body.

Everything is tiguidou. (Soft click.

Absolute peace.)