# **“The Scratching in My Head”** **[Spoken Intro — exhausted whisper]** Today I opened my eyes… but I don’t remember waking. Something inside my head was already moving. At first, I thought the scratching was outside. Then I realised… it was coming from behind my eyes. --- **[Verse 1 — slow, heavy rhythm]** There was no strength to stand, only broken voices fighting over what was left of me. The walls leaned closer. The ceiling breathed. The demons weren’t at the door. They were already inside. Crawling through my thoughts. Tearing through my memories. Wearing the faces of everyone I trusted. Telling me I’m tired. Telling me I’m hollow. Telling me who I once was has been dead for years… and I’m only now beginning to notice. --- **[Pre-Chorus]** How do you hold your mind together when the stitches start to tear? How do you fight the voices when they’re breathing in your ear? How do you escape a nightmare when you never fell asleep? When the thing inside the mirror starts smiling back at me? --- **[Chorus — dark and powerful]** There is no light beyond the window. There is no morning on its way. Only darkness feeding darkness, turning hours into days. And the voices keep on laughing as they drag me through the floor. Every thought becomes a hallway. Every hallway hides a door. I can hear them getting closer. I can feel them underneath. The chaos isn’t leaving… It is growing teeth in me. There is nowhere left to hide. The monster in the shadows has been wearing me inside. --- **[Verse 2 — unstable]** I tried to leave the bed. But the floor looked deeper than the night before. Like a mouth waiting to open. The clock kept ticking, but the hands never moved. The same minute repeated again… and again… and again. Then I heard myself whispering from the corner of the room. But I wasn’t there. The voice knew every fear. Every failure. Every thought I buried. Then it said: “You never locked us out. You locked yourself in.” --- **[Bridge — distorted voice]** Something is wrong with the mirror. My reflection moves a second too late. It watches me when I turn away. Tonight, it raised its hand… but I didn’t raise mine. It pressed its fingers against the glass. Then it smiled. Not my smile. Something wider. Something hungry. And behind it… hundreds more. All wearing my face. --- **[Breakdown — desperate]** I claw at my skull to make the noise stop. But the deeper I dig, the louder they become. No armour. No rescue. No safe place left. They found the cracks. They learned my voice. I don’t know which thoughts are mine. I don’t know which memories happened. I don’t know whether I’m trapped inside my own mind… or something else has taken control. The scratching has stopped. And somehow… that is worse. --- **[Final Chorus — terrifying]** There is no light beyond the window. There is no morning left to find. Only endless rooms of darkness being built inside my mind. The voices aren’t just laughing. Now they’re singing through my throat. Every word becomes a warning. Every breath becomes a ghost. I can feel them in my heartbeat. I can taste them in my teeth. The chaos isn’t around me… The chaos has become me. There is no other side. The monster in the shadows doesn’t need a place to hide. It has my hands. It has my memories. It has learned to wear my skin. And I no longer know whether I’m holding it back… or begging to be let in. --- **[Outro — whispered]** The room is quiet now. Too quiet. The shadows are gone. The voices are gone. I look into the mirror… and finally understand. I wasn’t hearing something trying to get inside. I was hearing what was left of me… trying to get out. **[A second voice whispers:]** “Go back to sleep.”
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