I'm back Something feels off All my windows are locked The lights aren't on But everything is where it belongs, I think The clock is still moving But it's moving much slower Books I wasn't using Are now a shelf lower The lines I'm producing Fall in dark enclosures Thoughts I was excluding Are now approaching much closer Despite the lack of lights I still sense the shadows Ever shallow sinking in the deep, belief convincing me there aren’t vandals In this home, en mi casa, but won’t explain the notes from the piano Melodies dancing like the flames I don’t remember lighting candles Where’s that sound? Someone’s here, or something else Is this secret lost or found? If I walk north, the sound knocks south There's a million things this could be about I walk further down and it changes direction I reach the front door with my mind focused on detection I recollect every threat to deduce this perception Yet alas, every effort results in another knock’s inception This is different, I’m not robbed I’m not harmed, not yet, at least now I’m not So I grip my palms and try to stay calm I push forward with both of my arms Just remember what I saw and slowly turn the- "Knock knock! (I know where you live) Knock knock! (I know what you did) Knock knock! (You won’t find what I hid) Knock knock! (Sob while I grin) There’s a stopwatch in the lockbox And when it runs long you’d wish you rot lots You thought wrong thinking you could turn your thoughts off Goes to show you never stopped to think about what that cross costs You know where to find me Knock knock!" Well that’s just great, there’s nothing at the door Nothing on the ceilings and nothing on the floors I heard that voice, I swear I’ve heard it before I just can’t remember and of what I do I’m unsure That knocking persistent I stop and I listen And all of a sudden I hear that stopwatch and its ticking I’m not afraid, why would I be? Safe to say that voice prolly doesn't like me It went silent for a second, suspicious so slightly If it thinks I’ll chase silence it values itself too highly I’ll find him and I’ll get him and when I do I’ll pin him on my terms Ask him to face me like the man he isn’t but of me he’s not fond I've learned It's not his turn, and even if it was it’s a mistake to try to get me when it's on my turf Wait, nevermind, it’s not what I suspected That voice, that danger, that incarnate resurrected Maybe it’s best that I kept my distance But I really want to lean in, just for once I’ll listen Radio silence invading my privacy Afraid of defiance when I say to have a seat What is he asking me? Is it even a he? (at this point it has to be) Face me! I said face me! Come out Come out If you’re ready or not "Knock knock! (I know where you live) Knock knock! (I know what you did) Knock knock! (You won’t find what I hid) Knock knock! (Sob while I grin) There’s a stopwatch in the lockbox And when it runs long you’d wish you rot lots You thought wrong thinking you could turn your thoughts off Goes to show you never stopped to think about what that cross costs You know where to find me Knock knock!" That knocking, it’s inside, I’m locating it’s placement I didn’t think it existed but it’s down in the basement The smell, the room…this place was containment How come I don’t know where this place is?! I’ve got to go back Before it takes over I’ve got to go back Before it takes over I’ve got to go back Before it takes over I’ve got to go back Before [redacted] ttakes over Too late… He’s here… Let me out The door is locked He won’t listen. I’ll have to knock. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ⓒ 2026 IDALTA (@Jesus_Frees_Us). All Rights Reserved. Lyrics written by IDALTA. Song generated using Suno AI under a paid subscription. Commercial use rights granted by Suno AI. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is prohibited. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
