“WHAT LISTENS BELOW”

[Intro] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1] I tread where green once held its tongue Stone still thrums with hands long gone No sky to split the crushing hush I count each step to keep the floor from rush Residue clings to shadowed corners Dark, damp, violet-smeared mourners It sticks like it’s still recalling A shape that moved without a call [Verse 2] Metal blooms on my tongue before the crack Weight hums loud before the floor can track Walls thrumming low, unhurried, still Waiting for my thoughts to finally kill They said this space was hollow, sealed in glass But the floor sweats secrets through the ash Nothing here’s been laid to rest The dark still breathes inside the chest [Interlude] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 3] I caught them once in fractured light Arms that bent where bones should fight Soft pressure dragging glow through dust And sand that holds the lost ones’ trust No eyes to pierce the murk, no mouth to plead Only a direction, sharp and freed And every noise that dared to roar Died quiet at its core [Verse 4] A city hums here if you stop your breath Steps stacked on steps, a ghostly death Green turns brittle, crumbles thin Beneath the weight of what might’ve been They dragged someone screaming, someone mute Someone wrong in the skin of right and cute The floor still knows the curve of their spine Still keeps their ghost in every line [Interlude] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 5] I’m not the first to bear this fevered heat My hands slot into old breaks, complete My blood pools where their blood once seeped Into the stone that never sleeps They blamed the noise on him, on me, on us But the walls hum back with a different trust Their song’s not ours to claim or cage It’s been here since the world was stage [Verse 6] Something moved faster than the thought could spark Broke through breath and teeth, left dark in its mark The sound died first, a guttural crack Before the body hit the stack No rage, no pause, no warning cry Only correction, cold and high It didn’t hate, it didn’t care It only fixed what wasn’t there [Interlude] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 7] The liquid burns like stone-flower bile Mineral throat, a bitter trial Sometimes five drops do nothing at all Sometimes one bends the room’s tall wall The floor smells older than my name Older than the fire, older than the flame It breathes in time with the dark’s slow beat Waiting for the next one to meet [Bridge] Light spills wrong, a fractured scream Wet shapes where history should be Someone laughs, someone swears, someone kicks the machine “Unwanted contact logged” — the voice is mean The past slips close, no longer sealed Its breath on my neck, its hands on my heel I can’t outrun what the stone still knows The dark’s not done with its slow, slow grows [Verse 8] I hear water where there’s only dust Sickness hums in the land’s rough crust Arms erased from memory’s hold Ground strains to keep its cracks from fold One stayed, one thinned, one climbed the air One’s mouth still hangs, a silent prayer The floor counts each, a quiet score Waiting for the next one to pour [Verse 9] A red figure crossed my fragile line Heartbeat sharp enough to split the spine The floor shifted before I could blink The sound chose him, let me sink I kept breathing, the stone kept warm The dark kept watch through the endless storm It didn’t care that I was alive Only that I’d arrived [Outro] EXORCISM PROTOCOL INITIATED! “Cleaning ineffective.” “Residue persistent.” EXORCISM PROTOCOL ACTIVE I stand where the listening thickens deep Count each breath so nothing dares to speak Glass above, stone below, a trapped reprieve Something wet and patient waits to believe It’s waiting for the next sound to break For the next fool to make the mistake To step where green once held its tongue And wake the dark that’s always young