
Night Feed
[Hook: Ratcheting shale-chest male vocalist, loud, ratcheting, belted] Shared valve kept the night feed calm Two hands, one pace, no alarm Glass held the quiet like a vow We left the tanks steady somehow [Verse 1: Ratcheting shale-chest male vocalist, ratcheting, measured] Blue hall at two with the pumps in a low hum I portion the feed like a prayer with no drum Buckets lined, labels worn, a chart on the door Night feed is a craft you cannot outscore I reach for the filter valve the way I always do Find another palm already matching the cue No speech, just a nod and a pace that fits Ratcheting the turn so the current never splits [Hook: Ratcheting shale-chest male vocalist, loud, ratcheting, belted] Shared valve kept the night feed calm Two hands, one pace, no alarm Glass held the quiet like a vow We left the tanks steady somehow [Verse 2: Ratcheting shale-chest male vocalist, colder, ratcheting] I used to think the night was a solo shift Like care gets thinner when you refuse a gift Stranger keeps the count without asking my name Low strings under the kick like a second frame We finish the row with the buckets near empty Leave the chart honest and the hallway tempting Hard drums under a hook that refuses to float Beautiful because the work stays in the throat [Verse 3: Ratcheting shale-chest male vocalist, glass ripple, ratcheting, belted] Glass ripple answers when the last scoop lands Both hands leave the valve with the same quiet plans I do not ask where they learned the pace They do not ask why I guard this place Ratcheting through the outro with the pumps still low Night feed done right is a heavy kind of glow Shared valve, shared silence, shared proof in the glass We kept the tanks calm and we let the hour pass [Bridge: Ratcheting shale-chest male vocalist, loud, ratcheting, low strings under him] Turn with me, leave no spike Night feed holds when the hands alike [Hook: Ratcheting shale-chest male vocalist, loud, ratcheting, belted] Shared valve kept the night feed calm Two hands, one pace, no alarm Glass held the quiet like a vow We left the tanks steady somehow [Outro: Ratcheting shale-chest male vocalist, quiet proud, low strings ring out and fade] Glass ripple, still blue Tell the tanks I came through [End]

