**Verse 1 (clean baritone / distant, controlled)**
I don’t replay you anymore
Your voice lost its edge
Just another sound
In another empty room
I learned the shape of your exits
Before you ever left
So when the door closed
Nothing moved in my chest
*(ghosted ad-libs)*
— *no signal*
— *no return*
**Pre-Chorus (tight, restrained tension)**
I used to flinch when you pulled away
Now I barely notice the decay
If this is what detachment means
Then I’ve never felt more clean
**Chorus (wide, cold impact)**
My heart’s at room temperature
No heat, no fight, no spark
I don’t wish you well
I don’t wish you harm
You were a habit
I broke in the dark
Say my name if you want
It won’t leave a mark
**Verse 2 (syncopated groove, mechanical)**
You mistook my silence for regret
But I just ran out of things to protect
Every line you crossed got filed away
Till erasing you felt mundane
You wanted depth, I gave you space
You wanted truth, I gave you a blank face
If love was leverage, you slipped
And I didn’t reach for it
*(ad-libs)*
— *unchecked*
— *resolved*
**Pre-Chorus 2 (dry, almost spoken)**
I don’t process loss the way you do
I don’t spiral, I just remove
No ceremony, no last words
Just less weight where you were
**Chorus (heavier slam, djent accents)**
My heart’s at room temperature
No burn left to prove
I didn’t shut down
I just muted you
You call this distance cruel
I call it overdue
Say my name if you want
I won’t answer you
**Bridge (ambient pads / delayed guitar)**
You still think I’m hiding pain
Like this calm is something I fake
But numb isn’t empty
It’s just awake
I don’t romanticize collapse
I don’t rewind what didn’t last
I closed the file
And never looked back
*(drop to near silence)*
**Breakdown (measured, venom-quiet screams)**
NO APOLOGY
NO AFTERMATH
NO BLOOD ON THE FLOOR
NO PATH BACK
YOU THOUGHT I’D BREAK
YOU THOUGHT I’D STAY
I JUST WENT STILL
AND WALKED AWAY
**Final Chorus (clean lead + harsh underlayer)**
My heart’s at room temperature
Balanced, unmoved, intact
You wanted a reaction
I don’t do that
If this sounds empty
Get used to the fact
I don’t miss you
I adapted
**Outro (clean, cinematic reverb)**
No closure scene
No final thread
You’re not a ghost
You’re just not here
And that’s enough
HollowVotive
