Void Embrace

EVERYTHING you hear and see in this video was constructed by Various Ai tools and models. The "track" is supposed to be reminiscent of the actual Bands: "The Cure - A Forest" and "Portishead - Glory Box" with some "Muse - Follow Me".

Joy comes uninvited
through a stranger's laughter on the street corner
Love knocks like a telegram
I open the door and it burns my hands

You think you control this
You think you built these walls thick enough
But the world—the world comes crashing
every trigger a bullet you didn't load yourself

I am not the author of my own trembling
I am not the master of this breaking
External hands on internal strings
The human spirit—so goddamn vulnerable it sings

Anger arrives like a fist through my window
somebody
Feel it all, let it burn, let it scream, let it bleed,
Every emotion’s a chain, every want, every need. mine
but it roots in my chest like I planted it there

Tell me who owns this body
Tell me who owns this mind

I am not the author of my own trembling
I am not the master of this breaking
External hands on internal strings
The human spirit—so goddamn vulnerable it sings

Sadness seeps under the threshold
wasn't invited, doesn't need permission
Despair is somebody else's weather
raining on my parade, flooding my rooms

I am not the author of my own trembling
I am not the master of this breaking
External hands on internal strings
The human spirit—so goddamn vulnerable it sings

Fear walks in wearing a newspaper headline
Shame arrives in a glance from across the room
I carry their judgment like stones in my pockets
sinking, always sinking from external weight

But Hope—Hope sneaks through the cracks
Longing rises like steam from the grate
Maybe the openness is the point
Maybe vulnerability is the gate

I am not the author of my own trembling
I am not the master of this breaking
External hands on internal strings
The human spirit—so goddamn vulnerable it sings

Disgust crawls in from someone else's mouth
Envy springs from their accomplishments, their grace
These feelings wear other people's faces
but I'm the one who gives them space

Confusion spirals from their contradictions
Apathy settles like dust from their giving up
I'm a radio receiving every station
Can't tell what's mine and what's picked up

I am not the author of my own trembling
I am not the master of this breaking
External hands on internal strings
The human spirit—so goddamn vulnerable it seems

Control was always an illusion, baby
The trigger was always outside
But in the loss—in the surrender—
I find the place where prophets reside
Ascension isn't closing off
Ascension is feeling it all
Every external invasion
Every blessed, holy fall

The world touches us and we transform
This is the wound
This is the grace
This is the vulnerable human spirit
Open, open, open to everything