Ashes in the attic

[Intro – male voice, whispered, distant, like from inside walls] “You ever hear something… where there shouldn’t be sound? Not loud… just enough to know it’s there. They told me to forget. But it didn’t go away.” --- [Verse 1] Crows on the wire, whisper through the static, Echoes in my skull, locked up in the attic, Every thought I hid never really vanished— Just sat in the dark till it turned to panic. Moonlight thin, cut across the floor, I don’t pray no more, I just listen for… Somethin’ in the walls when the night go still— Like it knows my name and it always will. I buried things I don’t wanna keep, Now they surface every time I sleep, Tried to leave it all where the silence sits— But it don’t stay gone, it just shifts and twists. --- [Hook] Ashes in the attic, whispers in the floorboards, Creepin’ through the static, knockin’ on a closed door, Shadows in the frame, sayin’ “there’s more”— I ain’t runnin’ now, I’ve been here before. Ashes in the attic, silence never stays back, Lookin’ for the past but it don’t play back, Every thought I lost finds a way back— This ain’t gone… it just don’t say that. --- [Verse 2] I hear it move when the room goes quiet, Not outside—nah, somewhere inside it, Every memory bend when I try to place it— Like I almost see it, but can’t quite trace it. Paranoia loop like a broken line, Every second feel like it’s not just mine, I don’t trust what I think no more— Feels like somethin’ else behind the door. Tried to shut it out, tried to let it fade, But it learned my voice and it learned my shape, Now it speaks back when I hesitate— Like it’s been there longer than I can say. --- [Bridge – distorted, layered voices] “It’s not gone…” “You just moved it…” “It remembers…” “…even if you don’t…” --- [Verse 3] Clock tick backwards when I lose the thread, Pieces don’t line up like they used to fit, Every time I think that I understand— It slips away like it’s not my plan. I don’t know what’s mine anymore, Every thought feel like it’s been here before, Not new… just buried deep— Now it’s climbin’ out when I try to sleep. --- [Hook – more distant, fading certainty] Ashes in the attic, whispers in the floorboards, Creepin’ through the static, knockin’ on a closed door, Shadows in the frame, sayin’ “there’s more”— I ain’t runnin’ now… I’ve been here before. --- [Outro – female voice, spoken, hollow, close to mic] “You can lock it away… You can tell yourself it’s gone… …but it remembers where you put it. And it’s still there.”