
Silhouettes Don’t Speak
Hook Silhouettes don’t speak But I feel ’em breathe Standin’ on my chest like they planted they feet Silhouettes don’t speak But they stare at me Room go cold, but the air don’t leave (They don’t talk… nah) (They just watch… yeah) (They don’t talk… nah) But they don’t gotta speak. Verse 1 3:17 and the ceiling won’t move Eyes wide open but my body won’t move Shadow at the foot of the bed like proof Like it paid rent, like it know the room Felt the mattress shift, that wasn’t a dream Felt the weight press down heavy on me Try to yell but it swallow the scream Jaw locked tight, can’t breathe, can’t leave Cold sweat drip from the side of my face Heart beat slow but it’s pickin’ up pace Silhouette tall in the corner space No reflection, just outline shape You ever feel watched but nobody there? Ever feel fingers brush through your hair? I ain’t say ghost, I ain’t say prayer I just know something stood right there. Hook Silhouettes don’t speak But I feel ’em breathe Standin’ on my chest like they planted they feet Silhouettes don’t speak But they stare at me Room go cold, but the air don’t leave (They don’t talk) (They don’t blink) (They don’t move) But they don’t gotta speak. Verse 2 Used to drink deep just to quiet the noise Now the quiet got a voice of its own Body half dead, brain fully awake Like the dark tryna claim what I don’t own Bed start rockin’, floor feel thin Shadow lean close with a crooked grin Told myself breathe, don’t let it win It’s just my mind locked under my skin But it felt realer than real gets Felt the pressure like steel vests Felt footsteps where the heel press Still remember where it kneeled at I don’t scream now, I just stare back Let the silence crack like a bare match If it stand on my chest, I stand back I don’t panic. I memorize that. Bridge (Beat strips to rumble + vocal distortion) They don’t speak… They don’t speak… They don’t speak… But I hear ’em. Final Hook (layered, heavier) Silhouettes don’t speak But I feel ’em breathe Standin’ on my chest like they planted they feet Silhouettes don’t speak But they stare at me If the dark want smoke, it can stare at me. (Watch me.) (Watch me.) (Watch me.) Silhouettes don’t speak.

