
Song Description
This is an overview sung by ethel outlining the first chapter of her story.
Misread early, Ethel learned the hard way. Systems protect themselves, and people don’t look until someone makes them.
When the loss of her grandparents forces Ethel to live with an estranged father, she sees the same game play out on a larger stage, built on the same rules she already experienced. But she also knows there are ways around that.
Gran left Ethel a point of contact she could trust and Isla did the rest.
Not typical. Not easy.
But Ethel and Isla are neither of these.
Lyrics
Didn't top the class, didn't smile on cue
Didn't fit the brochure, still I knew
They read me as slow till numbers said no
North of one five oh, graphs off the window
Tick the wrong box and they swap you a tag
Call it a spectrum, then blame you for the drag
Gifted
But only if you sit, don't move
I misspelled
Skipped steps
Still proved
Didn't play the game
Didn't take the name
Labels on my back
Slid off in the rain
Read the system first
Then I changed the frame
Clinic tests, double takes, side eyed stance
Aced the placement, they called it chance
Cheating, they said, suspension slip
Brief reprieve, then I tightened the grip
Grants said one, seats said two
Per student funds don't vanish, they move
Public page worn, slid the admin lane
Reimbursements looped to a single name
I logged the route time, screen, path
Took it in hard, no heat, just math
He kept his post, I got expelled
So I watched the systems,
Not the world they sell
Gran was a chemist, chaos with a license
Dose, endpoint, rinse, precise her science
She saw me straight, no soft translation
Let me move fast, learn by abrasion
Dust lifts at the gate
Light bar in the dust
They said both names at the verge
I took the track I knew
Five turns,
Then I'm there
Police lights through trees
Can't look
(Too real)
Seventeen
They said too young
Social services
Boxes assumed
Routine on paper
But the angle turned
Father's hand
Off frame
Wrong lean
(Seen)
Court notes
Redacted reason
Each match struck
Like a numbered season
I knew
Gran's lab silent
Pop's tools still
The house
Held their will
I don't cry in their way
I set the facts in a row
Can't turn back
Can't slow, shows how far I'll go
I'll give them more than words said nice
Airport
Domestic gate
Boarding call
Window left
Strap down
One bag, all I need
Everything I am
In a zip and a seam
Runway pull
Lift without drag
My choice
I call it choice
Sydney tarmac
Air held wrong
Gate spill
Black car
Motor low and long
Harbor bridge
Steel drawn tight
The metal bone
In executive light
North east pull
Money in moss
The kind that hides
How much it costs
His gates
Pierced in glare
Wall of glass, water’s glare
Still it knows my stare
Facade sealed
But the cracks declare
Driveway tag
Bike in sight
Gifted test
Engine bite
Visor down
Note on the bike
Ride it
He wasn't there
Throttle steady
I take what's given
Not the message
Not the scene
My choice
I choose
Make it choice
Night return.
Black glass water glare
Security thick but safety rare
Father's partner's kid
Isla there
Perma lit
Voice loud
Eyes glazed
Nothing square
Looks crazy
But...
Something...
(More there)
Gran left a key like a map in a pocket
Box in a bank, contact on a docket
AFP number, I dialed it once
Information only, no hero stunts
Rules
No boasting, no noisy devices
Everything repeatable, chain over vices
Heat rose later, safe address made
Different walls, different shade
Face like a window
Talk like a screen
You watch the reflections
But you don't step between
Frame the house
Mark the gate
You ride anyway
No matter the state
My father
Dominic
And crew
Not met, assessed
Calm like myth
Builds masks for weapons
Smiles with pith
Empire of omissions
Deeds offshore
Redacted paper
Another locked door
Moves like nothing could touch his skin
Mostly
It didn't
I watched defense win
Not a princess arc
Not a rescue scene
Just a clean ledger
And gasoline
He tried to buy Isla's end with a dealer stack
Money walked first, the visit did the rest
She read his habits, guessed his keys
Same spine on every lock, lazy ease
You frame the room
But you ride through still
What they call the story?
Just a line to fill
You learn to read
Without reading in
Facade or front
Same door, same spin
And you keep riding
No matter the skin
Trial ends, headlines crown what they sell
Daughter dropped king, neat little spell
But it's repetition, rooms with fluorescent
Truth said with a finger, mute ready
I stood when called, held the line
Stillness sharpened into design
They call it brave, they call it choice
If that sounds optional, you weren't in that noise
Call the thing what it is
Keep the good names out
The rest?
Write it down
Make it stand
Watch it count