The book

**Narctended side-track / standalone: “Unsigned Prayer”**

Dark dramatic blues-horrorcore trap · 35 BPM · raw, slow, and bitter

Production note:

Same glacial pulse. Blues guitar now feels like it’s being dragged across concrete. Sub-bass sits heavy in the chest. Sparse, dry hi-hats. Occasional distant door slam. The mix is cold and close, like the words are being spoken an inch from your ear.

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**[Intro – half-spoken, low]**

How the fuck do you expect me to believe…

when the power never showed its face?

**[Hook]**

No proof of power, no written consent

These words make no sense, at least not to me

Had it hard from the start, still on my knees

But praying don’t take up no time of mine

Ask the questions, get left in the silence

Blind faith in the judge, yeah, that’s fine

But who the hell wrote the book you been staring at so long

You forgot the hours it took refusing you to your core?

**[Verse 1]**

Beg for help and receive a slap in the face

Like there’s never been nothing more

Say it out loud and it’s fighting words these days

But who in the hell did you think was gonna grant those wishes anyway?

Perfect belief, down on the knees

Begging for mercy from a face you’ve never even seen

It just puzzles the fuck out of me

How you hold that book so tight

You forget it never signed its own name

**[Hook]**

No proof of power, no written consent…

Who the hell wrote the book you been staring at so long?

**[Verse 2]**

I watched the hours pile up like unpaid debt

Pages turning while the silence stayed wet

Every prayer left hanging like laundry in the rain

Coming back heavier, never once clean

You call it faith, I call it the longest con

A voice that only answers when the room is already gone

I’ve been refused to the bone since day one

Still expected to kneel for a face that never came

**[Bridge – almost whispered, blues slide crying]**

Strange how the book keeps speaking

when the writers left no name…

and the judge stays quiet

while the sentence stays the same.

**[Final Hook – slower, fraying]**

No proof of power, no written consent

These words make no sense, at least not to me

Had it hard from the start, still on my knees

But the silence is the only thing that ever answered free

Who the hell wrote the book…

you been looking at so long

you forgot it never once looked back?