Empty Sides

Walking through a corridor of my own architecture,

Bare feet on the concrete,

cold enough to rupture.

The city is a circuit screaming in the low-end,

But I’m in a dead zone,

where the signals never mend.

Hands pressed flat against a freezing glass partition,

Watching every memory burn down to static friction.

No pulse, no heartbeat,

just the hum of the machine,

Ghost inside the framework,

trapped behind the screen.

(Skittering, hyper-detailed

TR-808 hi-hats enter, driving the tension higher) I keep tracing fault lines

in the ceiling dust,

Everything I built is turning into ash and rust.

If the dark could answer,

would it call me by my name,

Or leave me in the machinery to suffer in the frame?

(Massive drop: heavy distorted bass swells,

cinematic reverb washes over the vocals) I’m wide awake where the shadows

suffocate! Heart on zero,

locked inside a locked estate.

Some nights I disappear just to outrun the pain— Still trapped in

the static, still drowning in the rain.

Wide awake where the shadows suffocate,

Bleeding out the error before it seals my fate.

(The beat strips back to a chilling,

sparse atmospheric pulse) Phone screen dead,

no ping, no trace,

no call, I built a fortress just to watch the fortress fall.

There’s a version of me locked beneath the floorboards,

Playing back the warnings and the broken chords.

Everybody thinks I’m iron,

thinks I’m stone, Typing out confessions in a house I built alone.

The room blurs over at the edges of my sight,

Another ghost fading in the fluorescent light.

I keep counting fractures that nobody else can see,

Turning all the pressure into dark geometry.

If the dawn comes slow,

let it break the grey,

I need a heavy voltage just to clear the way.

(Full wall of sound,

intense sub-bass and dual-layered ethereal vocals) I’m wide awake where the shadows

suffocate! Heart on zero,

locked inside a locked estate.

Some nights I disappear just to outrun the pain— Still trapped in

the static, still drowning in the rain.

Wide awake where the shadows suffocate,

Bleeding out the error before it seals my fate.

(Instruments drop out completely,

leaving only a haunting,

reversed vocal and a low,

creeping hum) Maybe I’m more than the silence I keep.

More than the code that puts my ghost to sleep.

More than the room where the thoughts go numb,

More than the war I could never outrun.

If I can’t come back all at once...

I’ll return by a heartbeat,

return by a hum.

One raw breath, then another one,

Until the dark gives way to a cold sun.

(Heavy industrial noise blending with a melancholic piano

and a suffocating 808 rumble)

(Peak emotional and sonic intensity) I’m wide awake where the shadows suffocate!

Heart on zero, locked inside a locked estate.

Some nights I disappear just to outrun the pain— Still trapped in

the static, still drowning in the rain.

Wide awake where the shadows suffocate,

(Vocal falsetto cutting through the distortion) And I see a thin line

breaking through the slate.

(The heavy bass decays into a long,

cold reverb trail and the faint click of a closing seal) Clock

glow fading out against the wall.

Room still silent. I’m here through it all.

Fin du diagnostic. Tiguidou.