[Intro – slow bass heartbeat + vinyl hiss]
It’s 5 a.m. now.
The rain stopped,
but the rhythm stayed.
I can feel it under my skin—
not life, not death,
just something in-between.
[Verse 1 – low vocal, spoken melody]
The clock ticks like a drumline,
but I can’t find the beat.
Every breath feels borrowed,
every step off beat.
I move because stillness hurts,
I breathe because silence kills.
I ain’t living for tomorrow—
I’m just trying to stand still.
[Pre-Chorus – soft harmony build]
If I could feel again,
would I even know how?
My heart’s still playing,
but the sound’s so low now.
[Chorus – slow reggae groove drops]
I got a hollow pulse,
a beat that won’t belong.
It keeps me here,
but something’s wrong.
Every note I hum’s half gone,
like love that forgot the song.
[Verse 2 – bass and horn growl]
I dance with ghosts in echoes,
move slow on purpose.
Pain makes tempo, hope makes nerves.
I’m not sad, just empty and tuned.
Like a radio between stations—
you hear everything and nothing.
[Bridge – spoken breakdown with jazz horns]
They say time heals, but time don’t sing.
It just clicks its teeth and waits.
I used to chase meaning,
now I chase the beat.
And somewhere in that motion,
I almost feel alive.
[Chorus – reprise with brass swells]
Hollow pulse,
steady and slow.
You can’t kill what’s already low.
I follow the sound,
it’s all I trust—
a heartbeat made of dust.
[Outro – fading bass, soft drum echo]
Maybe this is life—
just rhythm without reason.
A pulse that’s hollow,
but still mine.