Sound

[Experimental electro-blues / industrial soul] [Cold Open—whispered] Before the word— there was breath. Before the breath— there was sound. [Verse 1] A low hum hiding underneath the floor, A heartbeat knocking on a locked steel door. Thunder in my blood, static in my bones, Every little frequency is calling me home. [Pre-Chorus] Turn the silence inside out. Let the hidden rhythm out. [Chorus] Sound— breaking me open, shaking the dust from everything unspoken. Sound— I feel you come around, pulling my lost pieces from the underground. No language, no name, just a beautiful wave— I disappear, then reappear inside the sound. [Verse 2] The bass line bends like light beneath the sea, A crooked little signal traveling through me. Guitar cries silver, drums breathe red, The song wakes up what I thought was dead. [Machine Voice] Signal detected. Body responding. Emotional volume rising. Continue. [Chorus] Sound— breaking me open, shaking the dust from everything unspoken. Sound— I feel you come around, pulling my lost pieces from the underground. No language, no name, just a beautiful wave— I disappear, then reappear inside the sound. [Breakdown] Click. Crack. Breath. Bass. Blood remembers. Walls collapse. Hum. Howl. Hiss. Choir. One small spark becomes a fire. [Final Chorus—distorted] Sound— make a cathedral of me. Sound— turn my noise into harmony. Sound— let every broken frequency find the note it was born to be. [Outro—fading heartbeat] Before the word— there was breath. Before the breath— there was sound. And the sound was alive.