(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)