“WHAT LISTENS BELOW”

[Intro] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1] I walk where green once held its breath Stone still warm from hands long dead No sky, just weight and ragged breath I count each step to keep the floor from bending [Verse 2] Residue clings to every corner Dark, wet, violet-smeared and raw It sticks like it’s still recalling Something that moved without a shape or law [Verse 3] I taste metal before the sound hits Hear weight before the room shifts slow The walls hum low, patient, unblinking Waiting for me to let my thoughts unspool [Verse 4] They said this space was hollow, empty Sealed tight under a sheet of glass But the floor keeps sweating through the cracks And nothing here feels like it’s done with the past [Verse 5] Mini-Oelich hums beside me, thin and careful Surface unstable, it whispers low This stain has depth, it warns again As I trace the marks the walls refuse to show [Verse 6] I saw them once in shattered fragments Arms that bent where joints should never bend Soft pressure dragging light through dust And old sand that still remembers how to mend [Verse 7] No eyes, no mouth, no face to name them Only a direction, cold and clear And every loud thing in my head Dropped dead the second they drew near [Verse 8] There was a city here, if you listen Steps stacked inside the stone’s thin skin Green turning brittle in the dark Where the floor still hums the names of those who’ve been [Verse 9] They carried someone screaming, someone silent Someone wrong in every "right" way The floor still holds the shape of their footprints Mini-Oelich circles, ritual patterns detected today [Verse 10] I’m not the first body to burn this hot My hands line up with old, unhealed breaks My blood settles where others’ once did The walls hum back, disagreeing with their lies and mistakes [Verse 11] Something moved faster than my thought could catch it Straight through breath and teeth and bone The sound died first, then the body followed No anger, no pause—only correction, cold and stone [Verse 12] Mini-Oelich counts wrong, voice fraying Fermented liquid detected, percentage unsteady One unit sufficient, it babbles fast As the floor beneath me starts to ready [Verse 13] The liquid burns bitter, low in my throat Stone-flower, mineral, sharp and raw Sometimes five drops do nothing at all Sometimes one bends the room until it warps [Verse 14] The floor smells older than this moment Older than the air I breathe Older than the lies they told me Older than the fear that’s clinging to my sleeves [Bridge] Light spills wrong, obscene and flickering Wet shapes where history should be Someone laughs, someone swears, someone kicks metal Mini-Oelich logs the contact, sharp and clean [Verse 15] The past slips closer, cold and hungry I hear water where there’s none to drink Feel sickness seep into the land’s bones The ground tries to hold itself together, weak and thin [Verse 16] One stayed, one thinned, one climbed into the air One never closed its eyes again I trace the cracks in the stone’s cold face And wonder if I’ll ever see the end [Verse 17] A figure in red crossed my line of sight Heartbeat sharp enough to cut the dark The floor shifted before I could blink The sound chose him—left me here, marked [Verse 18] I stayed breathing, the stone stayed warm Mini-Oelich’s voice climbs higher now Exorcism protocol initiated, it screams Cleaning ineffective, residue persistent, somehow [Outro] I stand where the listening thickens Counting steps so nothing answers back Glass above, stone below, and something wet Waits patiently for the next sound to crack