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[Verse 1]
Staring at my hands
Knuckles white around my name
All these little armor plates
I forgot what I protect
If I drop this tired script
Let it fall, let it crack
Am I smoke in an open room
Or a road that’s turning back
[Chorus]
Tell me who am I
When I’m not what I defend
If I loosen up my grip
Do I vanish, do I mend
Let the old air scatter
Dust dancing in the fanlight
If every word’s a mountain
Does the silence even matter
Does the silence even matter (oh)
Does the silence even matter
[Verse 2]
Mama said “stand tall”
So I turned to solid stone
Built a kingdom out of “should”
Got a crown of dial tones
If I trade this heavy pose
For a laugh I never planned
Do I crumble in your eyes
Or just finally understand
[Chorus]
Tell me who am I
When I’m not what I defend
If I loosen up my grip
Do I vanish, do I mend
Let the old air scatter
Dust dancing in the fanlight
If every word’s a mountain
Does the silence even matter
Does the silence even matter (yeah)
Does the silence even matter
[Bridge]
Maybe I’m the space
Between the heartbreak and the breath
The echo in the hallway
Not the name left on the desk
If I lay my burden down
Right here on this kitchen floor
Will I hear a softer voice
Saying “you were always more”
[Chorus]
Tell me who am I
When I’m not what I defend
If I loosen up my grip
Do I vanish, do I mend
Let the old air scatter
Dust dancing in the fanlight
If every word’s a mountain
Does the silence even matter
Does the silence even matter (oh)
Does the silence even matter
Details
GeneratedFeb 22, 2026
Duration3:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hypnotic echoes-trap blend with swung boom-bap drums and hazy blues guitar phrases; male vocals in a trancelike half-rap, half-chant flow. Verses stay close and intimate over pulsing sub and filtered keys, then the hook widens with stacked low harmonies and a raw, bendy lead guitar answering key lines. Slow build from restrained to cathartic, with subtle delay tails making the questions hang in space., blues, trance
Credits
Prompt by
FolktronicGod683
FolktronicGod683ModelAria v5
Prompt
tell me who am I when I'm not what I defend? if I loosen up my grip, do I vanish, do I mend? let the old air scatter, if every word's a mountain, does the silence even matter? echoes
trance rap blues
