(Verse 1)
The walls are breathing slow again,
I swear they move when I don’t blink.
The mirror man, he cracked a grin—
He knows I’m standing on the brink.
I hear them crawling through the static,
Like needles threading through my brain.
They’re dressed in love, but sound erratic,
They say, “You’re not the one to blame.”
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(Pre-Chorus)
They whisper sweet, they whisper low,
They say, “Let go, you’re not alone.”
But I don’t know who I am anymore—
Am I the voice or the echo?
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(Chorus)
Tell me what’s real, when the silence is loud,
When the angels fall fast and the demons are proud.
I’m losing the fight in the back of my head,
Where the voices don’t sleep, and they want me dead.
Oh, they sing like a choir, made of rust and desire,
Pulling me under like whispers in the wire.
I try to scream, but they smile instead—
Saying “Do it, do it,” in the back of my head.
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(Verse 2)
I talk to ghosts in empty halls,
They speak in riddles, broken rhyme.
They paint my past on shattered walls,
And play my guilt back, line by line.
They say, “She left ’cause she saw through you,
That hollow shell you fake and wear.”
I punch the glass—but pain feels true,
At least it tells me I’m still there.
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(Pre-Chorus)
They whisper, “Burn it, break the chains,
Let the whole world feel your pain.”
But I’m afraid of what I’ve become—
A loaded heart with a crooked gun.
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(Chorus)
Tell me what’s real, when the silence is loud,
When the angels fall fast and the demons are proud.
I’m losing the fight in the back of my head,
Where the voices don’t sleep, and they want me dead.
Oh, they sing like a choir, made of rust and desire,
Pulling me under like whispers in the wire.
I try to scream, but they smile instead—
Saying “Do it, do it,” in the back of my head.
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(Bridge – soft, haunting)
I don’t wanna hurt nobody…
But they make it sound so sweet.
Tied up in my own mind’s lobby,
While they dance upon my grief.
(Climb – building to full power)
Is this madness, or is it me?
Is this voice a friend I set free?
Or just the part I tried to hide—
Now holding me from the inside?
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(Final Chorus – with backing vocals/harmony)
Tell me what’s real, when the silence is loud,
When the angels fall fast and the demons are proud.
I’m losing the fight in the back of my head,
Where the voices don’t sleep, and they want me dead.
Oh, they sing like a choir, made of rust and desire,
Pulling me under like whispers in the wire.
I beg for peace, but they laugh instead—
Saying “Do it, do it,” in the back of my head.
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(Outro – fading into echo)
In the back of my head…
In the back of my head…
Do it, do it, they said…
WhiteRhino
