Lyrics By: J.G. Argo ©2026 I stood between sleep and waking, where old memory and new becoming meet. In a quiet café of the mind, something inside me refused to be silenced — a signal rising like breath that won’t fade. I felt watched, protected, and known by something older than my name. The door wasn’t escape; it was arrival. And I walked through it unmasked, unarmored, and finally myself. ================================ (Atmosphere first. Meaning rising through it.) Intro (Low café ambience. Porcelain clink. Soft vinyl crackle. Espresso steam exhale.) Muted conversations in amber light Dust turning slow in window beams Then— A violent burst of music. Too loud. Too alive. Verse 1 I’m seated in a room that smells like yesterday Wood grain tables carved by borrowed names Faces drift like half-remembered prayers Close enough to know Too far to claim My phone erupts — a living pulse A rhythm crawling through my ribs I turn it down It turns itself back up Like something won’t forgive Pre-Chorus Who’s holding the volume? Who’s touching the wire? Why does the quiet Keep catching on fire? Chorus I’m not asleep I’m not awake I’m breathing in the in-between Where shadows speak And mirrors break And something older studies me Through the signal Through the sound Through the noise I can’t outrun I’m standing at a door I’ve found And I know I’ve just begun Verse 2 Across the room — A man with my blood in his jawline Thirty years strong Time undone He leans back slow Coffee in hand No warning No command His eyes don’t press They don’t accuse They hold me steady in their view Like he remembers who I am Before I ever knew Pre-Chorus 2 The music surges Through bone and breath A pulse that won’t be tamed The room stays still But something shifts And I can feel my name Chorus (Expanded) I’m not asleep I’m not awake I’m somewhere split in two The world I knew Is paper thin And something deeper’s breaking through Through the signal Through the wire Through the echo of my skin There’s a guardian in the fire And he’s waiting for me to begin Bridge (Beat drops to low heartbeat + sub-frequency hum) Until you face the hidden voice It writes your life in secret ink Calls it fate Calls it choice While you stand on the brink So who keeps turning up the music? Who refuses to let it fade? Is it the boy I tried to silence? Or the man I’m being made? Outro (Ambient swell. Café fades. Low harmonic pad.) I lay down on the floor that night Back pressed to breathing earth I see myself step through a door And shed the borrowed words The dense world peels Like winter skin Falling quiet at my feet And somewhere in that golden room He lifts his cup And nods at me The music doesn’t fight me now It settles in my chest Not asleep Not awake But finally — Unmasked. Unarmored. Myself.
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