[Intro - atmospheric, whispered, gated reverb, low] midnight in my chest, clock’s leaking glass city hums like static — drownin’ out the past [Verse 1] I move like a shadow with a tooth for the night, cold in my pockets, colder in the mic. Paper saints burn slow, every wish turned to ash, watchin’ life flicker like a screen in a crash. I swallowed the moon and I chewed on the dark, my heartbeat’s a metronome — a rusted arc. Whispers in the gutter tell me where I belong, no angels in the alley, only minors singin’ wrong. [Interlude — triplet cadence, tighter delivery] Feel it in my head — heavy like a stone, count the broken time, echoes on my phone. Pull the night around me, cloak me in the hush, every step a story, every breath a crush. [Down verse - anthemic, hooky, repeatable — use pitched doubles + low sub] I don’t need light, no, I’m fine in the hush, candles melt slow into ash on the rug. Take my loudest scars and paint ‘em on my tongue, sing the quiet songs for the dead and the young. [Verse 2 - faster, more aggressive — double-time triplets] See me in the rearview, eyes carved from grit, I pawned a thousand memories just to buy a fit. Knuckles tell a scripture when they meet the glass, names in the margins, ghosts that never pass. Spit a quick confession every time I breathe, trade my innocence for a sleeve full of speed. No hymns for the sinners, only static choir, my veins pumped with mercury, my heart wired to fire. [Interlude - same as before, slight variation ad-libs] Feel it in my head — heavy like a stone, count the broken time, echoes on my phone. Pull the night around me, cloak me in the hush, every step a story, every breath a crush. [Down verse - repeat — add extra layered ad-libs, pitched-down doubles] I don’t need light, no, I’m fine in the hush, candles melt slow into ash on the rug. Take my loudest scars and paint ‘em on my tongue, sing the quiet songs for the dead and the young. [Bridge - sparse beat, reverb-drenched, whispered then snapped] late confessions, dusty confessionals, mirror cracked, all my sectional intervals. I’m the echo that you can’t control, I’m the hollow in the cassette — rewind my soul. [Final Verse - bigger, layered, let 808 sweep in last bar] I don’t need light, no, I’m fine in the hush, candles melt slow into ash on the rug. Take my loudest scars and paint ‘em on my tongue, sing the quiet songs for the dead and the young. [Outro - fade — pitched vocal chop repeating “hush”] hush—hush—hush — hush.
