Title: I WAS ALREADY THERE

Title: I WAS ALREADY THERE Intro (fast whisper → rhythmic speech): I’m not becoming insane. No. No no no no. I’m not becoming insane — I was already there. (insane insane insane insane) Caravan nights. Metal walls breathing with the rain. Music so low it felt like a secret. You hear that? That’s pressure turning into rhythm. I’m not becoming insane. I’m stabilizing chaos. Verse (spoken rhythmically): Blamed before I broke. Broken before I spoke. No internet. Just static trying to become hope. Too many faces disappearing. Too many echoes staying. At some point you stop asking why — you start adapting. Build (voice becomes intense, almost laughing): They said I’d collapse. They said I’d dissolve. They said the noise in my head would eat me alive. DROP: I’M NOT BECOMING INSANE — INSANE INSANE INSANE I WAS MOLDED IN THE PRESSURE I LEARNED HOW TO CONTAIN I’M NOT BECOMING INSANE — I’M FUNCTIONING INSIDE THE STORM THEY THOUGHT WOULD SWALLOW ME ALIVE Verse 2 (calmer, grounded): Then came a voice calling me “dad” and suddenly the noise made sense. Responsibility is the only anchor that doesn’t drift. August. May. October. Dates burned into the system. Just us two. Rebuilding gravity. Build 2 (manic energy returning): You think madness is loud? No. Madness is quiet control. Final Drop: I’M NOT BECOMING INSANE — I’M CALIBRATED FIRE PARTLY SANE CAUSE I HAVE SOMETHING HIGHER I’M STILL HERE STILL CLEAR STILL MOVING THROUGH THE FEAR Bridge (soft, almost tender): Ah di læ… A language only love could decode. Outro (whisper): Not insane. Adapted. Still here.