Drums and guitar cut a narrow track. The body can already feel the grid.

Voice chops the title into syllables. Restart comes in like a machine command.

Verse stays centered and quick. Blank-canvas talk rides a braced low end.

The pulse tightens instead of swelling. She sounds more fenced in over the same rails.

Chorus opens by stripping weight. Guitars thicken into a warmer wall under the plea.

The floor drops into a short open cut. The question hangs before the chant snaps back.

Band keeps the route steady while the voice picks at regression and a restless mind.

More bite in the vocal now. Self-erasure leans into the grid instead of leaving it.

Resurge stretches over gathered force, then the chant turns almost ritual.

Bridge stops disguising the charge. Self-mistrust hits harder inside the same machinery.

Final chorus pushes with less grip at the edges. Renewal still sounds unfinished.