V E I L B R E A K E R ───────────────────── ∴ ⧖ ∵ ⌘ ∆ ∇ ∵ ⧖ ∴ ───────────────────── Tengushee feat. R A Z --- You ever been two places at once? Yeah… didn’t think so. Watch. I drop when the eyelids flicker and the room goes thin Half in the mattress half in the mist I’m drifting in Body on the bed but the other me’s racing Fog in the hallway, static replacing Clock ticks wrong, that second hand bends Door ain’t a door when the dreaming extends R A Z existence, double exposure One foot here, one foot closer Hear my own breath from the double dealing See my own body, detached from the feeling Streetlight bleed through curtains twitching Two sets of memories start glitching Name on the passport, face in the mirror But the mirror face moving quicker and clearer Slip through the seam when the logic goes soft Wake up sweating but I never left off I’m there and I’m not, that’s fact not joke Mind like smoke when the boundary broke If sleep’s just death with a comforter tucked Then I died for a minute and came back fucked Close my eyes — split in two Tell me which one’s really you? CROSS. OVER. Rip that veil, go lower CROSS. OVER. Step out the skin you’re in, go colder CROSS. OVER. Crack that wall, push through CROSS. OVER. You ain’t lost — they took you White flash through the curtains, bang on the nerve No mask no van but I still got served Lifted clean from the pavement curb No prints, no trace, no witness heard Like a kidnap case with no ransom note Just silence where the night wind spoke Time stamp gone, whole hour missing Neighbours say I was home just chilling They nicked me clean, no scream no fight Dragged me vertical out the night Ceiling cracked like a zipper split Sky peeled back and I fell through it Cold table vibe, surgical light Shapes in the corner but not quite right Talk in clicks I don’t understand Something pressed in the back of my hand Dropped me back where the bins all sit Same postcode but it don’t quite fit Mum said “you look pale as sin” Yeah cos I know where the fuck I’ve been Stolen goods but I ain’t for sale Memory tagged like contraband mail Check CCTV — glitch and smear They took me once, they’ll reappear CROSS. OVER. Rip that veil, go lower CROSS. OVER. Step out the skin you’re in, go colder CROSS. OVER. Crack that wall, push through CROSS. OVER. You ain’t mad — they chose you Under the flyover, brickwork scar Graffiti halo round a broken bar Looks like nothing if you walk too fast But stare too long and the air won’t last Pavement ripple, colour shift Step one foot and the ground goes adrift Trod in the hedgerow, slit in the park Gateway hiding inside the dark Kids say dare, I say proof Hand through ivy and it ain’t just roof Cold wind breath from a different side Smell like rain where the dead things hide Take that step and don’t look back City noise fade into trackless black Then neon trees with a glass-skin bark And a sky that hums like a power station spark You can walk it flesh, no trance no drug Just guts and a heart that don’t give a fuck Urban myth? Nah that’s lie I crossed that path and I didn’t die Came back muddy, trainers torn Different version of me reborn If you know the mark and the timing right You can leave this world in the middle of night Breath slow. Circle drawn. Salt line tight till the fear is gone. Say the name. Cut the cord. Body here but the mind’s offshore. Candles flick in a blackout flat Heartbeat syncing to a whispered chant Remote view coordinates, numbers burn Conscious slip on a mental turn Leave through crown like a spark in wire Silver thread stretched over fire Astral projection, spine goes cold Skin stays seated but the soul unfolds Hover above in a ceiling drift Look down laughing at gravity’s gift See your house from a satellite stare Step through walls like they ain’t even there Meet old gods in a warehouse shell Trade your fear for a story to tell Spirit travel, no spaceship hull Just willpower sharp and a skull that’s full You think it’s fake cos it scares you mate But I’ve walked through doors without a gate Body parked on the bedroom floor I ain’t trapped in this meat no more Different methods, same damn door Sleep or theft or the hidden trod floor Ritual cut or beam me up There’s more than one way to wake the fuck up CROSS. OVER. Rip that veil, go lower CROSS. OVER. Step out the skin you’re in, go colder CROSS. OVER. Break that cage, push through CROSS. OVER. Realms ain’t far — they’re inside you ───────────────────── ∴ ⧖ ∵ ⌘ ∆ ∇ ∵ ⧖ ∴ ───────────────────── EOF