[Instrumental Intro, Soft, rising drone. A single bowed guitar note quivers in and out of existence. A low thump, like something knocking from beneath the floorboards of the earth.] [Verse 1] There’s a sound behind the sound, Not a voice, not a thought, But the pressure of remembering Something your bones forgot. It threads the cracks in the drywall, Pools in the sockets of the skull, A lullaby for the abandoned, Humming where the world went dull. [Verse 2] It’s not in the walls or the wires, Not in machines or the air— It lives in the blood like static And nestles inside despair. Some swear it speaks in colors, Others taste it in their teeth, I felt it crawl through my ribcage And hum in the dark beneath. [Drone Interlude – 1:30, Cello harmonics rise and dissolve. The hum pulses louder, then recedes like breath.] [Chorus (Half-Whispered)] Hummmm… (Do you hear it yet?) Hummmm… (It remembers you.) Hummmm… (Not a question—) Hummmm… (A return.) [Verse 3] Before the sky went blackened, Before the ash took hold, They said the earth was turning In rhythms we never told. But the ground sang in frequencies Too low for mouths to speak, And when the crater opened, The hum slipped through the leak. [Verse 4] I’ve tried to drown it in fire, I’ve tried to flee underground, But it lives in the marrow’s echo— And silence just amplifies sound. If the shadows are only its footsteps, If the voices are only its dream, Then maybe we’re not survivors— Just chords in a deeper machine. [Chorus (Full, Layered Vocals)] Hummmm… (Not outside.) Hummmm… (Inside the skull.) Hummmm… (Down in the wires.) Hummmm… (Up through the hull.) [Outro – 1:00 Sub-bass shivers, cello bends downward, tape hiss overtakes everything. The final hum lingers four full measures before cutting to dead air.]
