[Intro – Buddhist monks chanting, deep echo, slow ambient rise] (Dark cello vibrato, soft monks' chanting echoing in a large cavern) (aahhhoao ooaoh oaha oaha aoho hmum ahoa oaha oohoa hmmm laaoa ooha laoa ahhaohha ahhaohah hmum ooooha laaaa oaha hnunna woooa oooowa laaalaaooo wooooa laaalaao ahhhhoa hnaaahoo ooohhooa) "Awake… asleep… awake… asleep..." (Faint piano notes, haunting, barely forming a melody.) [Verse 1 – low, reflective voice, slow and heavy delivery] Once life was color, simple, warm. Quiet mornings, coffee storms. Till one night, alone, a whisper grew... In my mind... clear as morning dew. Psych said, "Relax. You're not alone, just take these pills, rebuild your home." But tell me — how can I trust this fate, when every shadow murmurs my name in hate? [Hook – monk chanting layered behind solemn vocals] (#haunting_hook #monk_chanting_background) "Are they real... or is it me..." Torn between two worlds I can’t see. Whispers or warnings? Curse or disease? Am I waking... or dreaming eternally? [Verse 2 – spiraling tension, voice slightly cracks with emotion] Gang stalking — that's what they call it, Crowds that close in, plans they forfeit. Surveillance, subtle moves unseen, A dance of ghosts behind the screen. Schizophrenia — a mind unmoored, Fabricating wars that were never yours. But if this is madness, why moved the chair? Why are voices shouting when no one's there? Every detail, every glance, every sigh, Tells a story my soul can't deny. Good days come, bad ones consume, Three nights awake, pacing my room. [Break – whispered voices layered over soft cello droning] (#ambient_break #whispered_thoughts #cellos_droning) (Broken whispers echo left and right) Red pill… blue pill… which life is true? If you sleep — they win. If you wake — you break. [Verse 3 – desperate and breaking voice] Is it schizophrenia — a cruel illusion? Or engineered fear — perfect confusion? Maybe demons slip through cracks unseen, Laughing as they tear apart my dreams. Family needs me — they need me whole. But these visions dig into my soul. Stay in the dream, hold on tight... Or rip the veil and face the night? [Hook – repeated, more desperate and echoing] "Are they real... or is it me..." Torn between two worlds I can’t see. Whispers or warnings? Curse or disease? Am I waking... or dreaming eternally? [Outro – music fades to single violin, slow heartbeat sounds] (aahhhoao ooaoh oaha oaha aoho hmum ahoa oaha oohoa hmmm laaoa ooha laoa ahhaohha ahhaohah hmum ooooha laaaa oaha hnunna woooa oooowa laaalaaooo wooooa laaalaao ahhhhoa hnaaahoo ooohhooa) (Soft whispered prayer into fading silence) "Hold on... just a little longer..." (Violin plays one final broken note.)
