In Confucian philosophy, “Ren” (仁) stands for the ability to truly love others – for heart, kindness, and deep compassion.
In Japanese, it can also mean ‘lotus’ or “gentle waves” – images of calm, clarity, and serenity.
Ren is only complete when combined with “Li” (禮) – the external form: the gestures, rules, and rituals that make humanity visible and tangible in everyday life.

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Lyrics:

Up. You’re getting wet.
Not rain.
Get up, Ren.

You set the rule then broke it first — cute,
“Fuck this,” down the hallway, echo in your boots.
Boxes gulped the night, your daylight stayed,
you staged the scene, then hid behind the shade.
Artificial worlds chewing on your time,
you left your key-warm imprint in my spine.
Say “danger,” sell me wolf to your pack,
I hear your mother’s door — still smells like us, intact.

Quit living in artificial worlds, fox,
those loops are cages dressed as clocks.
Out of the woods, out of the tantrum floor —
get up, wipe off, I’ve held the door.

Fox in those worlds, can you hear me call?
I kept your key warm, lights on in the hall.
You love my love but you won’t say my name —
come home, come clean, step out of the game.
Fox in those worlds, drop the borrowed glow,
take the real-life breath you used to know.
I’ve got a bed, a roof, a place for your head —
come back, come back. Enough playing dead.

You flipped the script — DARVO in the chat,
told them I’m the storm while you kept the thunder hat.
Two meets by chance, you labeled it “chase,”
sold me as a shadow to cover your face.
Broad daylight truths drowned in midnight feeds?
Nein, not “feeds” — artificial needs.
Lease not leash — but listen: I won’t sign blind,
Talk first, Ren. Or get out of those worlds and decide.

Quit living in artificial worlds, fox,
your heartbeat’s lagging in those blocks.
Out of the woods, raus aus dem Loop —
komm, steh auf — no more puppet‑troop.

Fox in those worlds, can you hear me call?
I kept your key warm, lights on in the hall.
You love my love but you won’t say my name —
come home, come clean, step out of the game.
Fox in those worlds, drop the borrowed glow,
take the real-life breath you used to know.
I’ve got a bed, a roof, a place for your head —
come back, come back. Enough playing dead.

Lie— lie— little vox chops stutter in,
your handle flickers like a halo on a pin.
Call a doctor, call me back, we’ll fix the breaks —
not bones — habits, the way the anger shakes.
I’m not your leash. I’m your key to the door.
You want peace? Talk. I’m not keeping score.

Fox in those worlds, can you hear me call?
I kept your key warm, lights on in the hall.
You love my love but you won’t say my name —
come home, come clean, step out of the game.
Fox in those worlds, I will hold the line,
Real life waiting on our side of time.
I’ve got a bed, a roof, a place for your head —
come back, come back. Let’s live instead.

Up. Not rain.
The morning’s on.
Your cup, your key — same place it’s always been.
Come home, Ren.

Not in those worlds. In this one.
Lease is peace — after we speak.
Komm heim.

Fox In ‘Those’ Worlds (Original Instrumental)

MartinRJ