VERSE 1
My hands remember shapes of sound,
a rhythm carved where love was found.
Your face dissolves into the smoke,
I try to speak, the silence chokes.
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BUILD / PRE-DROP
Every pulse rewinds the night,
nothing wrong and nothing right.
Static burns beneath my veins—
I dance to keep from going sane.
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DROP-TAG
noise inside my skin.
(echo… echo…)
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VERSE 2
You said we’d meet beyond the bass,
now I just chase an empty space.
The floor is wet, the air is thin,
I’m still alive but caving in.
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OUTRO (Flüsterton)
if you hear me in the static, stay.
don’t fade away.