*The Silence Knows* [Verse 1] [Tags: calm, mysterious, introspective tone, minimal instrumentation, slow tempo] Woke up to silence, just the hum of the fan. Stifled, I rifle through trifling thoughts in my head My shadow sits in silence trying to understand But shadows are silent more than not, it is said [Chorus] [Tags: glitchy rhythm, surreal imagery, medium tempo, layered vocals, psychedelic synth textures] My reality glitchin, scenes keep switchin’ Rainbows fade as the plot thickens Melodies wail when the chicken concludes My fates have coniptions, the groundhog is snitchin' [Verse 2] [Tags: gritty, regretful, distorted bass, spoken-word style] Burned every bridge, torched the whole program. Like a broken cam… like a broken cam… Played every bad decision back, like a broken cam. Now I've hit rock bottom. Regrets? Yeah, I got 'em. [Bridge] [Tags: dreamy, floating synth pads, ambient effects, whimsical tone] One less flap could change everything Butterfly chaos in the echoes of dreams The sheep, I count twice, I start a new slumber Elephants and mice, cats and cucumbers [Verse 3] [Tags: poetic, reflective, steady beat with airy chords, cinematic build] Sleep… perchance to dream could take on new meaning If I wake in reverse, will time start convening? Teaming with happenstance, careful with circumstance What was to be seen at first glance [Breakdown] [Tags: comedic, funky bass, playful percussion, abrupt rhythm changes] Red and green, score’s off the charts. Big farts like darts hitting all their bullseye marks And here I sit watching, while blowing big farts. Bright silver, salmon leap in watery arcs [Chorus] [Tags: glitchy rhythm, surreal imagery, medium tempo, layered vocals, psychedelic synth textures] My fates have coniptions, the groundhog is snitchin' My reality glitchin, scenes keep switchin’ Rainbows fade as the plot thickens Melodies wail when the chicken concludes [Outro] [Tags: mysterious fade-out, soft echoes, ambient synths, eerie tone] The clocks all melt, but no one's intervening Maybe he did it, perhaps he didn’t The Silence knows, but it chooses to remain hidden. But for Mr. Green, with the candlestick in the parlor this evening [End]
