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After rummaging through abandoned lockers, Jason finds something to wear — borrowed clothes from a life that isn’t his. As instincts surface and unfamiliar movements come naturally, he’s forced to confront a body that no longer feels like home… yet somehow already knows how to move.

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Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Cold steel fingers, чуж not mine,
Dust and ghosts in a borrowed time.
Someone else’s life on a hanger still,
Echoes linger… the room stands still.
White coats whisper who was here,
Names I’ll never know, voices disappear.
I reach inside what isn’t my own,
Just trying to survive till the dawn.
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Pre-Chorus:
Denim hangs where a tail should be,
A body changed without asking me.
I laugh once—then bite it back,
This isn’t a joke… it’s a cracked-out fact.
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Chorus:
These are borrowed clothes, on borrowed skin,
Trying to stand where I’ve never been.
Every thread says you don’t belong,
But I pull them on and move along.
If I don’t fit, I’ll tear my way through,
Cut a hole just to make it true.
These are borrowed clothes, not who I am—
But they’ll carry me while I learn to stand.
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Verse 2:
Mirror stares with a tilted grin,
Not the face I remember living in.
Crooked scissors, frayed mistakes,
A hole in the past just big enough to make—
Room to breathe, room to move,
Learning balance with nothing to prove.
The tail moves like it’s always known,
What the mind still fears, the body owns.
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Pre-Chorus 2:
I turn too fast, the world slips wide,
Glass and gravity almost collide.
Heart in my throat, I hit the floor,
Clutching a moment I can’t ignore.
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Chorus:
These are borrowed clothes, borrowed days,
Wearing survival in borrowed ways.
I’m stitched together wrong and raw,
But I’m still standing — I still claw.
If this body moves before I think,
Then I’ll learn its edge, I won’t just sink.
These are borrowed clothes, not my name—
But they won’t be the thing that breaks me.
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Bridge:
A strap snaps loud like a gunshot prayer,
The sound cuts deeper than I’m prepared.
Father’s hands in the wood and strings,
A past that hums when the silence rings.
I hold it close like I’m afraid,
That one more loss might make me cave.
Gods above… not this, not now,
Let me keep one thing sacred somehow.
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Breakdown:
Every instinct screams to run,
Ears fold back, heart outruns.
But I stay. I breathe. I learn control.
This isn’t an animal… this is a soul.
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Final Chorus:
These are borrowed clothes, borrowed skin,
But the life inside is still mine to win.
I’ll tear the seams if that’s the cost,
I won’t disappear — I won’t get lost.
If I don’t fit the world I’m in,
Then I’ll change the rules, not bend within.
These are borrowed clothes… just for now—
I’ll grow into myself somehow.

Outro:

Borrowed clothes…
Borrowed breath…
But I’m still here.
And I’m not done yet.

*чуж (chuzh) - not mine
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CREATIVE CREDITS
Story, Characters & World-building: Silver Den Productions
Lyrics (Human-Directed, AI-Assisted): ChatGPT
Image(human-Directed, AI-Assisted): ChatGPT
Music Composition & Arrangement: Suno.ai
Vocal Synthesis (AI-chan): ElevenLabs