No song will save

[Intro – low whispers beneath a radio static crackle] Keep your voice down... It hears. Every. Word. [Verse 1] Speak too loud, and it draws near, The shadow moves when voices clear. A whisper’s all it needs to know, To trace your breath and find you slow. [Verse 2] Once a tale told in the hills, Now a presence silence kills. You lit the candle, called it near, Now it waits inside your ear. [Chorus – distorted, echoing like overlapping whispers] Yokai… do you hear me still? Words like bait, a hunter’s will. Every syllable feeds the flame, And every whisper speaks your name. [Verse 3 – eerie pause, then build again] It lingers where the echoes fall, A curse that creeps behind the wall. You tried to talk your way to peace, Now pray the silence grants release. [Bridge – filtered radio effect, layered voices] Say one word… and it will know. Turn the dial… let static grow. Don’t explain… don’t ask why... Just breathe… or die. [Final Chorus – chilling, layered voices surrounding the lead line] Yokai… you fed its need, It drinks the air where voices bleed. No chant will break, no song will save, You talked your way into the grave. [Outro – fade into layered whispers of the listener’s own words, repeating back] It hears you still… Even now… Especially now,