[Intro – murmuré, respirations, piano froid] I can’t breathe… Not like this. The night presses its weight Against my ribs. [Verse 1 – voix douce, retenue, presque prière] My lungs forget how to rise, Every breath feels borrowed tonight. You speak and the room collapses, Your words turn to knives inside my chest. My thoughts scream behind sealed lips, A thousand truths rot in my teeth. I swallow storms, I swallow shame, I wear my silence like a name. My hands tremble in open prayer, But heaven never answers there. I reach for sound, but nothing comes— I want to speak… But my tongue is numb. [Pre-Chorus – parlé, prophétique] If pain had a language, It would sound like this stillness. [Chorus – large, émotion déchirée, batterie lourde] So I bleed quiet instead of screaming, I break apart while you keep leaving. Every truth I chase inside Drowns somewhere behind my eyes. If silence could confess my sin, You’d know how deep the damage lives. I can’t speak… I can’t speak. [Verse 2 – voix plus sombre, tension montante] I tell myself this ache will fade, But grief remembers every name. I call myself, I don’t respond, I built these walls, now I’m entombed. The mirror spits my fear back thin, A hollow shell beneath the skin. This quiet cuts where sound once stayed, A wound no echo can betray. If courage ever learned to breathe, It’d say the words that poison me. But all I offer is defeat— I want to speak… But I retreat. [Chorus – plus massif, chœurs lointains] So I bleed quiet instead of screaming, I fall to pieces while you’re leaving. Every truth I try to hold Turns to ash before it’s told. If silence could expose my pain, You’d hear how much I fracture, break. I can’t speak… I can’t speak. [Bridge – chuchoté, rituel, presque confession] Maybe one day I’ll inhale light, Stop begging for the right to exist. Maybe this body will feel like mine, Maybe I’ll stop asking forgiveness. Maybe the world will soften its teeth… Maybe I’ll speak. [Final Chorus – piano nu, voix brisée, lent] So I bleed quiet instead of screaming, No direction, no true meaning. Every word I try to give Dies before it gets to live. If silence is the god I keep, Then let it guard what’s left of me. I can’t speak… No… I can’t speak. [Outro – souffle, piano lointain, disparition] I can’t breathe… But I’m still here. (silence)
