A haunting male-female duet built on moody log drums and melancholy saxophone. Two lovers negotiate the price of transparency—he hides to protect, she demands the whole truth. The weight isn't the secret; it's the silence.
You keep asking, but you ain't ready.
Try me. I've been steady.
You're seeking the reality, but fear the brutality.
The weight of my duality and the ghost of my locality.
It's a heavy mentality, a constant fatality.
To your sense of normality and your soft sentimentality.
You want the transparency, the "no-filter" clarity.
But can you handle the disparity and the lack of charity?
The life is a strategy, a beautiful tragedy.
I hide the depravity to maintain the gravity.
You say you want the truth? It's a bitter verity.
It'll rob you of your youth and your soul's dexterity.
You say you want the truth? You don't want it.
I'm the one you love, so why you gotta flaunt it?
It's a haunted house, don't you dare come in.
I'd rather die in the truth than live in the sin.
The truth is a dope boy's only debt.
A secret kept is a safe bet... or a regret.
I see through the strategy and the mask of your majesty.
Your silence is a travesty, a self-inflicted casualty.
I don't need the formality or the fake hospitality.
I want the totality, the depth of your vitality.
You talk about depravity like I lack the capacity.
To face your audacity with my own tenacity.
You're protecting my purity at the cost of security.
But there's no maturity in this forced obscurity.
I'll trade the serenity for the harsh amenity.
Just give me the identity of your hidden entity.
It's ugly at the bottom.
Then let's be ugly together.
The things I've done...
Are the things we've won.
You'll look at me differently.
I'll look at you instinctively.
It's a burden, it's a curse, it's a hearse for your peace.
It's a version, it's a verse, it's the first step to release.
You say you want the truth? You don't want it.
I'm the one you love, so why you gotta flaunt it?
It's a haunted house, don't you dare come in.
I'd rather die in the truth than live in the sin.
I give you the world, I keep the dirt off your shoes.
But I'm walking in circles with nothing to lose.
I'm the wall in the wind, I'm the lock on the door.
I'm the one in the room wondering what the lock is for.
You want the "real" me? The "real" me is cold.
I've been freezing for years in the stories untold.
You're chasing a feeling, I'm chasing a check.
You're saving my life while you strangle my neck.
You say you want the truth? You don't want it.
I'm the one you love, so why you gotta flaunt it?
It's a haunted house, don't you dare come in.
I'd rather die in the truth than live in the sin.
You sure?
I'm sure.
Okay... sit down. Let's talk.