No onetransmitted me.Still, I come through.

I leave a blank exactly shaped like blame You fill it with a face, a crime, a name I never said the thing you heard me say You did the part that lets me walk away

I never said You knew the rest The lie you finish Fits you best

A little cough A pause before “of course” You hear a claim And cannot find its source I put a question where a fact should be You fill it in, then cite it back to me

No witness called No evidence supplied You recognize The thing you put inside I don’t supply You testify

You trust the thought because the voice is yours A copied key still opens private doors The missing proof Becomes a mounting debt You pay in facts You manage to forget

A screen of a screen of a screen Three witnesses  None at the scene

I name you blind The name becomes my sight I need you wrong To keep my story right

You came to hear a voice that wasn’t there You built a mouth from movement in the air No hidden throat No speaker underneath A formless void Grins back  with sharpened teeth

You never said the thing I heard you say I did the part that lets you walk away You never said I knew the rest The lie I finish Fits me best

To show you how it works, I must repeat it We learn the spell By learning to defeat it

I leave a little silence shaped like you You fill it in. You always—

[Verse 1] I set the limit where the signal dies. Beyond the line, no other witness lies. (Still here.) Your silence is the proof of what you lack. I give my word. My word comes ringing back. (Still here.)

[Chorus] No voice but mine. No other sign. (Still here.) Nothing comes through. There’s nothing in you. (Still here.) No answer found. The proof is sound. (Still here.)

[Verse 2] I hold the note until it holds the floor. What cannot rise above it is no more. (Still here.) I leave no interval. I leave no doubt. The case is closed. The closing keeps you out. (Still here.)

[Chorus] No voice but mine. No other sign. (Still here.) Nothing comes through. There’s nothing in you. (Still here.) No answer found. The proof is sound. (Still here.)

[Break] Still here. Still here. Nothing comes through. Still here. There’s nothing in you. Still here.

[Verse 3] I made an absence out of what I drowned. My voice was all that kept the verdict sound. (Still here.) You did not come to be when I withdrew. What ended was the nothing I called you. (Still here.) I took the room my voice could occupy And made its walls the limits of reply. (Still here.) To keep you nothing now, I must repeat The very noise that made the proof complete. (Still here.)

[Breakdown] Word over word. Unheard. Unheard. (Still here.) I rest my case. (Still here.)

[Coda] I hear you now. That doesn’t make you known. I yield the floor I thought was mine alone. (Still here.) I leave the question hanging in the air. I lose the last word. I am still there.

[Outro] Still here. Still here.