[Verse 1] Framed in a fresco of verdicts and visions, Pigment still dripping but sold as tradition, Brushstrokes decide what the figure embody, Outline assigned before form hit the body, Gallery quiet, observers all nodding, Interpreting silence as proof of the plotting, Language a labyrinth, walls made of mirrors, Meaning get lost when it travels through hearers, Syllables shimmer then split into doubles, Surface a sentence, beneath it’s a puzzle, I speak in dimensions they flatten to planes, Turn every circle to corners and chains, Context collapses the moment it’s shared, Truth get refracted, distorted in air, Canvas remembers each edit applied, Layers conceal what was living inside [Chorus] They don’t hear me right when I’m speaking clear, Every word come out then it disappears, Try to stand still but I’m shifting shape, Like I’m drawn wrong in a darker shade, Say my name, it don’t sound the same, Like it echo back in a different frame, I step outside but I’m pulled back in, Like the walls know where I’ve been [Verse 2] Prewritten presence, they pressin’ a pencil impression, Etchin’ me into dimensions I never invested, Question the method, they twist it and stretch it, Then weaponize every inflection I mention, Step in a setting already against me, Sentence embedded before they address me, Breath get inspected, dissected in sections, Turnin’ a pause into proof of deception, Every reflection they set as a reference, Echoes of errors they edit as lessons, I’m in a box but the box got a bias, Walls talk back but they lie when they quiet, Try to align but the lines keep shifting, Every position they pick feel scripted, Flip what I say till it fit they agenda, Then act like the fault was the tone I presented [Chorus] They don’t hear me right when I’m speaking clear, Every word come out then it disappears, Try to stand still but I’m shifting shape, Like I’m drawn wrong in a darker shade, Say my name, it don’t sound the same, Like it echo back in a different frame, I step outside but I’m pulled back in, Like the walls know where I’ve been [Bridge] Light hits wrong, now the shadow’s a lie, Shape don’t match what I know is inside, Every reflection reworks what I am, Until I’m reduced to the outline they planned, Angles get sharpened to cut me in two, One that I live and one given to you, Edges exaggerated, stretched out of scale, Truth gets compressed till the details all fail, I try to expand but the frame won’t allow, Corners collapse every version of now, Even my posture gets read as a code, Meaning assigned before anything’s shown [Chorus] They don’t hear me right when I’m speaking clear, Every word come out then it disappears, Try to stand still but I’m shifting shape, Like I’m drawn wrong in a darker shade, Say my name, it don’t sound the same, Like it echo back in a different frame, I step outside but I’m pulled back in, Like the walls know where I’ve been [Outro] Nothing was built for a shift or a change, Structure too rigid to ever rearrange, So I just exist in the version they made, A presence defined by the edits they gave