[Intro]
[brittle guitar, stuttering snare, dry close-mic]
Two heads.
One neck.
Two voices.
Listen.

[Verse 1 — Blunt vocal, deadpan, on the beat]
I measure the eclipse.
I name the cause.
I cut the world
into a list of laws.
What I cannot weigh
I will not believe.
Bring me the data.
The rest can grieve.

[Verse 2 — Sharp vocal, pointed, slightly behind the beat]
You measure the eclipse,
you miss the moon.
The number is a corpse
by afternoon.
What you cannot count
you cannot stand.
You weigh the loaf.
You starve the hand.

[Chorus — both voices, dissonant unison]
The irksome dichotomy,
the awkward beast.
Two heads on one body
at war for the feast.
Blunt is the point.
Sharp is the line.
Each half despising
the half that is mine.

[Verse 3 — tense, stumbling, Tyler Durden cadence]
[guitar lurches, snare drops a beat]
I am you.
I am not you.
Same parking lot.
Same hollow shoe.
Swing at the mirror —
blood on the glass.
Every blow I land
on my own ribs at last.

[Bridge]
[half time, both voices low, almost whispered]
Out of balance,
good for no one.
Half a moon
is not a moon.
Half a sun
is not a sun.
Two thin coats —
better than one.

[Final Chorus — both voices in unison, resigned]
[full kit returns, slightly slower]
The irksome dichotomy,
the stumbling beast.
Yin owes yang.
The greatest owes the least.
Blunt is the point.
Sharp is the line.
Both halves bow.
The body is mine.

[Outro]
[Spoken Word, sparse, breath audible]
Come to the point.
The point is round.
[Fade Out]