(Dark cinematic soundscape. Eerie silence. Distant radio static.)

(Heavy, slow, menacing 808 sub bass drop)

(Vocoder Choir harmonizing softly)

Blessed be... Blessed be...

(A sudden sharp UK Grime snare cracks the silence)

You keep the curtains drawn, keep the mirrors faced away

Afraid to see your own eyes in the things they say

You hate the truth, yeah, it cuts like a rusted blade

That they are you, and you are them, in the mess we’ve made

We cling to the "I," we cling to the "Me" like gold

But there’s a comfort in the silence of the story we’re told

’Cause it’s safer to be lonely, safer to be blind

Than to watch the ones you love leave their humanity behind

(LFO wobble bass starts to stutter and accelerate)

Oh, the ego’s a master of the "Please, don’t show"

Drowning out the memories that the soul already knows

It’s a scream in the dark saying, "Let me forget,"

But the ghost of the action is a standing debt

(Aggressive neuro-wobble bass explosion, heavy Grime flow)

It’s a funky kind of heavy, it’s a sweet, melodic sting!

Maya wears a crown, but she don’t wear a ring!

Yeah, the ancient patterns dancing, it ain’t what you were told!

It’s the pulse of the earth in a story uncontrolled!

(Gospel Vocoder Harmonies soar over the bass)

We’re healing the fracture, not just for the skin!

Time to wake the quiet, and let the light back in!