[Intro] [low vocal register] Coat soaked Tape line Blue lights Dead quiet [Verse 1] Boot print in a puddle Blood smear on the tile Rain taps on the visor I just stare for a while Camera flash, bodies outlined in chalk ghosts Coffee cold in my hand, counting nine bullet holes Wallet on the counter, ID still in place Chair tipped, glass cracked, fear frozen on his face Knock over the lamp, then a shout, then a shove Shadow at the doorway, then the thunder up above Shell casings like teeth on the kitchen floor See the struggle in the marks on the bedroom door [Chorus] Rain on the crime scene Washing what I can't unsee I rewind the night in my head on repeat Every drop draws a frame of the movie they bleed Rain on the crime scene It all talks when it hits concrete I can hear what the dead don't speak I can hear what the dead don't speak [Verse 2] Lipstick on a glass, half-faded print Broken wristwatch stopped at the time it went Neighbor on the stairwell, shaking in her robe Says she heard one voice crack, one voice go cold Curtains pulled back, footprints in the hall Phone screen lit, missed calls on the wall Handbag on the floor like it tried to run Shadow in the mirror with a drawn back gun I play it in my mind, see the push, hear the plea He turned toward the sink, she turned toward the keys Door chain swung, whole scene in reverse Storm outside building pressure like a curse [Chorus] Rain on the crime scene Washing what I can't unsee I rewind the night in my head on repeat Every drop draws a frame of the movie they bleed Rain on the crime scene It all talks when it hits concrete I can hear what the dead don't speak I can hear what the dead don't speak [Bridge] [whispered vocals] Who lied, who left, who stayed? Which tear, which print, which blade? [normal voice] Storm in my coat, storm in my chest Every clue that I touch puts me closer to death I pace that room, hear the last scream ring Rain drumming out the truth over everything [Chorus]

rap, Dark glitch-trap beat with stuttering hats, distorted 808s, and warped electro stabs. Verses sit in a tight, storytelling pocket; vocal chops flicker like neon glitches between lines. Hook opens with layered chant-style ad-libs and a wide, detuned synth pad for a cinematic feel. Occasional tape-stop drops and reverse FX underline key clues and twists, keeping the energy tense but controlled., glitch, hip hop, electro

Rain On The Crime Scene