**[Intro]** Yeah... Can you hear me? ... That's the problem. I can't hear myself either. **[Verse 1]** There's a thousand different thoughts fighting for the same space, Every memory comes back with a different face, I can silence everybody but the voice in my brain, And the quiet gets louder every night that it stays. I lay down, close my eyes, but my mind stays awake, Replaying every conversation and mistake that I made, Every word that I said, every word that I didn't, Every chance that I had that I probably could've given. I hear "what if?" in the background, "what now?" in the front, "Was it you?" in my left ear, "was it them?" in the blunt, I got questions with no answers and answers I don't trust, Trying to find clarity while everything's covered in dust. I keep reaching for peace but my thoughts interfere, Every time that I get close, all the noise reappears, It's like somebody cut the signal between my heart and my head, So I'm feeling everything while I understand nothing instead. **[Pre-Hook]** Too much noise... Too much doubt... Turn it down... I can't. **[Hook]** Static in my head, Static in my chest, Every time I try to breathe, Something tells me I'm a mess. Static in my head, I can't hear myself think, I've been drowning in the noise every time I try to sleep. Turn it down... Turn it down... I just need a little silence. **[Verse 2]** I got thoughts overlapping, they're constantly colliding, Contradicting convictions with conflicting reminders, Every minute I'm mentally meticulously dividing Every possible outcome until I'm sick of deciding. I analyze, criticize, minimize, agonize, Try to rationalize every lie that I memorize, Every "goodbye" got a thousand hidden meanings attached, Every "I love you" gets examined for the strings in the back. I'm trapped in a labyrinth made out of language and doubt, Every route that I take somehow circles me back, I'm arguing with versions of myself that don't even exist, While the version in the mirror keeps clenching his fists. I got memories buried underneath memories deeper, Got emotions I suppress that come back in the speakers, Every beat that I make turns the volume up louder, So I turn pain into music and the music gets darker. Maybe that's why I write... To translate the static. Take everything chaotic and arrange it in patterns, Turn the panic to passion, turn the damage to fragments, Turn the fragments to verses, turn the verses to answers, If I can't shut the noise off... Maybe I can make it matter. **[Pre-Hook]** Too much noise... Too much doubt... Turn it down... I can't. **[Hook]** Static in my head, Static in my chest, Every time I try to breathe, Something tells me I'm a mess. Static in my head, I can't hear myself think, I've been drowning in the noise every time I try to sleep. Turn it down... Turn it down... I just need a little silence. **[Bridge]** Wait... Stop. No voices. No memories. No questions. Just... Silence. **[Beat Switch]** ... Fuck. There it is again. **[Final Verse]** Back to the racing thoughts, pacing floors, breaking concentration, Overthinking every interaction until it changes shape, I can make a simple sentence into fifty explanations, Then convince myself the worst one is the only interpretation. But maybe all this static doesn't mean that I'm broken, Maybe noise is just the sound of everything left unspoken, Maybe every thought I buried is demanding to be noticed, Maybe every scar I carry is a story still unfolding. So I listen to the chaos instead of running from it, Let the rhythm organize every piece that became fragmented, I don't need every answer, I just need to understand That I can hear the fucking noise without becoming what it says. The static might remain... But now I know what it is. It's not the end of me. It's just everything I haven't learned to silence yet. **[Final Hook]** Static in my head, Static in my chest, Every time I try to breathe, Something tells me I'm a mess. Static in my head, But I finally hear my voice, Maybe peace ain't having silence... Maybe peace is having noise and still making your choice. **[Outro]** ... Can you hear me now? Yeah. I can hear myself.
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