[Verse 1 - solo acoustic guitar, fingerpicked, cold and slow] Same alarm cuts through the same dead dark Same hollow chest, same fading spark I run the same street, lungs already know The gate will close before I get to go
[Pre-Chorus - bass joins, low and heavy] I don’t know why my feet still move When the ending’s carved into my bones I don’t know what I’m trying to prove Running toward a door that won’t be opened
[Chorus - electric guitar enters with reverb and light distortion, drums with brushed snare] So I write this to you, weaver of my pain Did you enjoy it when you wrote this chain? Did you laugh when you designed the loop Someone who runs and never breaks through? Is this your art, is this your game? I wake up every morning just to lose again I’m not asking you to change it now I just need to know… did you even care how?
[Verse 2 - acoustic + bass only, hollow feel] I’ve stopped looking deep into my mind The details fade but the ache stays behind I know the exact crack in the terminal floor I know the weight of almost, nothing more
[Pre-Chorus 2 - drums creep in, sparse kick only] And still my body runs the route Like a ghost that hasn’t heard the news That the story ended long ago And I’m just alone in an empty room
[Chorus 2 - full band, electric guitar with delay effect] So I’m talking to you, weaver of my pain Did you enjoy it when you wrote this chain? Did you laugh when you designed the loop Someone who runs and never breaks through? Is this your art, is this your game? I wake up every morning just to lose again I’m not asking you to change it now I just need to know… did you even care how?
[Bridge - drop to acoustic guitar alone, single notes, voice exposed] Maybe you’re not cruel Maybe you just don’t see me at all A small line in a story too big Too insignificant to watch fall Was this fate… Or did I fake myself into believing That holding on meant something That any of this meant something That I… meant something
[Final Chorus - full band crashes in, electric guitar with heavy reverb and drive, drums full force] So I’m screaming at you, weaver of my days I’ve memorized your cruelty, learned your ways I forgive nothing, I understand nothing I just run because I need to keep breathing Keep your ending, keep your design I’ll keep bleeding down this finish line Because even broken stories need a witness And I am all that’s left fake fate
[Outro - acoustic guitar only, single repeating note slows… and stops] it’s fake… not fate… it’s fake… not fate…