AFTER 3AM

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.