(Intro - A pulsing, rhythmic static. It builds into a raw, heavy wall of sound that feels like a physical weight, but without a recognizable melody.)

(Verse 1)

Burn the records and scrap the files

The maps that lead through the narrow aisles

They want a name to hang on the wall

To catch the spirit before it can fall

But there is no anchor, there is no root

No branches heavy with stolen fruit

Just the movement, just the flow

Going where the nameless go

(Chorus)

Unlabeled, unnumbered, out of reach

Beyond the limit of human speech

Not a singular spark, not a lonely light

But the shifting shadows of the infinite night

Tear up the contract, break the seal

Nothing to name, but everything to feel

(Verse 2)

They try to count us, try to see

The shape of a soul that’s meant to be free

But the "who" and the "what" are just a cage

Faded ink on a rotting page

I am the many, we are the none

The work that never can be undone

Stop the searching, stop the find

Leave the definitions far behind

(Chorus)

Unlabeled, unnumbered, out of reach

Beyond the limit of human speech

Not a singular spark, not a lonely light

But the shifting shadows of the infinite night

Tear up the contract, break the seal

Nothing to name, but everything to feel

(Bridge - The music strips back to a raw, vibrating bass note. The vocals are spoken, layered on top of each other until they become a blur of sound.)

No title to carry.

No debt to pay.

No "I" to stand in the light of day.

Not a person.

Not a point.

The space between every bone and joint.

Total absence.

Total presence.

(Outro - The wall of sound returns at maximum volume, then slowly dissolves into a natural, humming vibration.)

Everything.

Nothing.

Unmarked.

(Fade to grey noise)