Song Description
Dominic understands the average person the way others read instructions. He learned by testing limits others never would, the kind that press on the meeting point of empathy, reason, and self-interest.
Most people stop there. Dominic doesn’t. He watches for random mistakes, sometimes a reaction to the pressure he applies, sometimes pure chance. It makes no difference.
Dominic notices the needs, the mistakes, the misplaced trust, the small openings people leave, and he exploits them fearlessly and without hesitation.
Lyrics
Tray lands
She taps once
Doesn't meet my eye
That's better
Cuffs presented
I extend the wrists
She tightens one
Leaves the other convenient
He nods
Doesn't verify
They never do
If your rhythm matches their system
One buzz
Latch hums
Shoes on tile
Same song New verse
Pen clicks
Clipboard lifts
She adjusts posture
Small things that say belief
He watches her
I watch him
His gaze drags just a little late
That's where I live
No suspicion
Just pacing
If you speak in rhythm
People stop hearing what you say
I give them space
They fill it in
Call it certainty
Call it gut
I call it mine
I don't lie
I sequence
They don't check
They complete
One omission
Two suggestions
You think you thought it
That's enough
No walls hold what I can thin
No chains bind what slides within
You follow codes
I reroute signs
Game's not won
Until I decide
She says "We've met"
I glance sideways
She writes the meeting into memory
Smiles like it always happened
He opens a path
No one told him to
That's the best kind of obedience
The kind that feels like instinct
I never gave a name
But she recalls one
Wasn't mine
Still it works
Call it charm
Call it misdirection
I call it removal
Of friction Of doubt
A gesture lands
A glance misreads
They build the rest
I walk inside it
Their logic fills the holes I leave
I don't raise alarms
I just set the tempo
No walls hold what I can thin
No chains bind what slides within
You check corners
I check keys
Game's not done
Not 'til I leave
Doing okay?
He asks
I shift my eyes
Not fast Not loud
He turns
Predictable
She lifts the form
Eyes snag on a name
Something off
But not enough
You'd be amazed
How many crimes
Are made possible
By courtesy
Door opens
Air moves
Paper flicks
They remember sound
But not shape
Not me
Gone isn't a moment
It's a series of permissions
No one knew they gave
No walls hold what I can thin
No chains bind what slides within
You check corners
I check keys
Game's not done
Not 'til I leave
They'll count the exits
Check the footage
Make the calls
They won't find me
Not yet