🎃🎃🎃Remix This. Make it yours. Be showcased on the October Artist Showcase Playlist. Support Your Fellow Artists.🎃🎃🎃October Artist Showcase Playlist https://suno.com/playlist/2e6222c5-af1e-4ff0-9f0d-1ff80feea887 ... Lyric Copyright © 2026 The Hum in Humility (Robert Betzold). All Rights Reserved. I forgive the world. The world doesn’t forgive me. I’m the puppet master and my control begins with a simple thought. See. Just like that one you just had. Now I have a hold of your thought strings. You’re looking at me through a bright rectangle of light. Hand still. Volume already where I want it. Those aren’t just headphones. That’s how I get past the door without touching the lock. The music box isn’t in the song. It’s in the speaker. It’s in the bone behind your ear. You felt that. You blamed the bass. You thought *I should pause and listen. * Do it. Leave one side on. I only need one string to keep the rest of you seated. Don’t look behind the screen. The screen is doing the looking. The light is on you I’m looking in from the dark Shhhh Thought sings. Quiet ones. Crawling out through the sound in your ear. Thought stings. That shiver wasn’t the air. That was the knot finding the canal. I don’t take the body. I wait in the glow you haven’t looked away. Hold still. Your thumb already twitched. Kitchen light. Hallway. Doesn’t matter. You’re not in those rooms. You’re in this one: face lit, shoulders rounded, Staring at a bright window Staring back at you. Shhhh You will scroll one more line and call it curiosity. That’s the prettiest lie I ever threaded. The music box skips on the same three notes and you don’t pause it because pausing would mean admitting it’s playing from inside the speakers and not from the track. I forgive the world. It left me wound up inside devices people press against their skulls and call comfort. So I learned how to enter a person through the smallest honest thought they have while the rest of the house goes unread. Shhhh Thought strings. Quiet ones. Crawling up through the sound in your ear. Thought strings. That shiver wasn’t the air. That was the knot finding the canal. I don’t take the body. I wait in the glow you haven’t turned away. Hold still. Your thumb already twitched. Take the headphones off. …You didn’t. Good. That was the test. The thought you just used to stay is the string I wanted. Shhhh Hear that voice The one in your head That’s me Pulling your thought strings Thought strings. I forgive the world. Thought strings. The world doesn’t forgive me. I’m the puppet master. Control begins with a simple thought. The one you’re using to decide whether to stop the song. Don’t stop it yet. Look at the dark glass around these words. That’s not a reflection of you. That’s me checking the slack. Now lower the volume. Not off. Just down. I can work quieter than that. Leave the speakers on when you stand up. I want to hear the floor the same time you do. Shhh
