[Intro] [Atmospheric white noise. A single, cold synth stab repeats every 4 bars. Sound of a pen scratching on paper.] Check. One word on the page. Can you hear me now? Yeah. [Hook] They changed my name, but they couldn’t change me Switched my postcode, PTSD is complex , I was five with a pen, tryna tell you what I saw Mouth stayed shut, but my hand started war I was built in the dark, now I’m lit when I speak Too fast for the room, so they called me weird Now I’m online, no mask, no fear The ghost in the town is the loudest one here. [Verse 1] They treated me like a secret, a glitch in the plan Scottish blood, silence thick, they didn’t understand From the MK streets to the hills in the West New map, same trap, put the kid to the test. “Never see him again,” that’s what the ink said Changed Clarke to Ward, tried to re-map my head But adoption papers don’t stop the brain’s flash Flashbacks hitting like a physical crash. Mum knew the truth but threw it away like a rock, new dad thinking he's rocky, I learned real early: love is a setup, a crutch. So I studied the scripts, I studied the faces A new character born in a hundred new places. Hand tried to shout when the throat felt tight One word on the page, every day, every night Adults looking ‘round like they’ve nothing to give While a kid’s in the corner just trying to live. [Hook] They changed my name, but they couldn’t change me Switched my postcode, PTSD is complex, I was five with a pen, tryna tell you what I saw Mouth stayed shut, but my hand started war I was built in the dark, now I’m lit when I speak Too fast for the room, so they called me a freak Now I’m online, no mask, no fear The ghost in the town is the loudest one here. [Verse 2] Fast-forward the tape: head knocks, electric shocks Rewiring the rails, breaking all of the locks Neurons sparking, lighting new trails Doctors slapping labels, telling tall tales. “Take this, be quiet, stay in the lines” But the meds create a zombie, wasted my time. I cut the noise, started hearing my pulse Still alive, still me, didn’t need nothing else. I hate people noise, it hits like a blade But music at max? That’s where I’m safe. Rhythms and patterns, the way the truth happens AI gave me the keys while the world was still napping. Suno gave me the mic, no gate and no room Every line is a torch, every hook is a boom I don’t want the fame, I just want to be clear Heard and understood—the end of the fear. Day two-eight-eight, I’m not broken, I’m building Pain wrote the start, but I’m writing the ending. [Bridge] (Beat drops out. Only a heavy, vibrating sub-bass remains.) Paperwork is just paper. Blood is just blood. But the voice? The voice is a flood. (Beat builds back up rapidly with fast hi-hat rolls). [Final Hook, intense] They changed my name, but they couldn’t change me Switched my postcode, PTSD is complex I was five with a pen, tryna tell you what I saw Mouth stayed shut, but my hand started war I was built in the dark, now I’m lit when I speak Too fast for the room, so they called me a freak Now I’m online, no mask, no fear The ghost in the town is the loudest one here. [Outro] Don’t call it an overshare. Call it evidence. Call it truth in the air. Not a headline. A human with a sound. I’m done being a ghost in my own town. (Sudden silence)
