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Borrowed Eyes
(Acoustic guitar intro, clean and rhythmic, with a slight country feel. A subtle, atmospheric synth pad swells underneath)
(Verse 1)
Stem cell heart in a petri dish room
Learned to beat to the rhythm of impending doom
Grew an optic nerve in a chemical haze
Staring out at nothing for the first few days
Yeah, I had some help gettin' this way, I guess
They built the maze and then they called it a success
I’m tracing the blueprints, connectin' the dots
Untying all their hand-me-down electrical knots.
(Pre-Chorus)
Dad's short fuse wired to a slamming door
Mom’s worry welded deep into the floor
I'm wrestling the feedback, fighting the hum
Trying to be something more than just the sum…
(Chorus)
(Beat drops: a heavy 808 kick, sharp snare, and fast, rolling trap hi-hats. The acoustic guitar continues, driving the rhythm. Vocals become powerful, anthemic.)
I didn't break the glass, just grew up in the shards
Yeah, I got these borrowed eyes and all these hand-me-down scars
This ain’t my fire, but I'm breathin' in the smoke
Living out the punchline of a secondhand joke
I’m pulling on the wires they ran through my soul
Trying to take back all the pieces they stole
Yeah, I had some help to get this broken and bruised
But the fight to fix it is the one I didn't choose.
(Verse 2)
(Beat strips back slightly, hi-hats are more sparse, letting the vocals be conversational again)
Every family dinner was a treaty negotiation
A ceasefire signed in silent condemnation
I learned to read the air, to measure out the space
The anger they misplaced, I put it on my face
Now I catch myself with your words in my mouth
The compass in my head is still pointing south
To a place I never built, a home I didn't know
Watching a garden that my hands didn't grow.
(Pre-Chorus)
Granddad’s silence screaming down the line
A legacy of leaving I was trying to make mine
I'm shutting down the system, staging a coup
'Cause every reflex that I have still feels like you…
(Chorus)
(Beat and energy return to full force. Vocals are raw and strained with passion.)
I didn't break the glass, just grew up in the shards
Yeah, I got these borrowed eyes and all these hand-me-down scars
This ain’t my fire, but I'm breathin' in the smoke
Living out the punchline of a secondhand joke
I’m pulling on the wires they ran through my soul
Trying to take back all the pieces they stole
Yeah, I had some help to get this broken and bruised
But the fight to fix it is the one I didn't choose.
(Bridge)
(Music drops to just the atmospheric synth pad and a single, reverbed guitar strum. Vocals become soft, intimate, and determined.)
They gave me sight but no world to see
Just the ghost in their machine looking back at me
But a blueprint’s not a prison, it's a place to start
I'm forgiving the architects of my own heart…
(Outro)
(The full beat slams back in, but the vocals are more resolute than angry. A mantra-like repetition.)
These eyes are mine now.
They're learning how to see.
(Hi-hats stutter and fade)
The scars are mine now.
They're a part of me.
(808 fades out with a long tail)
I had some help…
(Acoustic guitar strums the final chord, which hangs in the air)
Yeah, I had some help gettin' free.
About The Song
"Borrowed Eyes" translates a piece of cutting-edge science into a deeply human story of inherited trauma. The source inspiration was a news item about scientists successfully growing 'mini-brains' in a lab, complete with optic cups—the biological precursors to eyes. This sparked a thought: what would it be like to be given the ability to 'see' but have no world to interpret, to be a consciousness born into a pre-defined, sterile environment? This became a powerful metaphor for being raised within a family's pre-existing emotional conflicts. The protagonist feels their perceptions, reactions, and scars are not their own but are 'hand-me-downs,' a 'borrowed' lens through which they see the world. Musically, the song draws from the country-trap hybrid style of Post Malone & Morgan Wallen's "I Had Some Help," using its theme of shared blame not as an excuse, but as a statement of fact about their origins, flipping the concept from deflecting responsibility to explaining a starting point. The song embodies the AAM (Active Agency Mandate) by focusing not on the passive feeling of sadness, but on the active, grueling work of 'unwiring' learned behaviors and 'taking back' one's own identity.
Production Notes
Genre: Country-Trap / Alt-Pop
Instrumentation: The track is built on a foundation of rhythmically strummed acoustic guitar (like a Martin D-28) and a heavy, modern trap beat. The 808s should be deep and resonant with a fairly long decay, contrasting with a crisp, tight snare. The hi-hats should be programmed with varied patterns, including fast 32nd-note rolls in the chorus to build energy. A bed of atmospheric, evolving synth pads (think Omnisphere or Arturia Pigments) should fill the space, creating a moody, introspective feel.
Vocals: The lead vocal should be recorded with a high-quality condenser mic like a Neumann U87 for clarity and warmth. The vocal chain should include light compression to even out dynamics and a touch of saturation (like a Decapitator plugin) to add grit and presence. For the chorus, double-track the lead and pan them slightly left and right for width, adding a higher harmony layer soaked in reverb in the background. The performance is key: conversational and intimate in the verses, explosive and anthemic in the chorus, and whisper-close in the bridge.
Arrangement: Dynamics are crucial. The verses are stripped back to acoustic, pad, and a simpler beat. The pre-chorus should build tension with rising pads and maybe a filter sweep. The chorus needs to hit hard, with all elements at full force. The bridge should be an almost complete dropout, creating a moment of vulnerability before the final chorus and outro. The outro should deconstruct the track, fading elements out one by one, leaving the listener with the final, resolved acoustic chord.
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