(bass hum deep and steady, soft synth mist)
The room is still but breathing,
a pulse beneath the floor.
My shadow hums in silence,
I can’t tell anymore.
Under the static veil,
I hear my name repeat.
The noise becomes a trail,
the rhythm pulls my feet.
A whisper in the circuit,
a memory half-erased.
The edges blur together,
as if the world’s misplaced.
(voice almost gone, just breath and tone)
If I could stay inside this hum,
where sound forgets the light —
I’d fade into the frequency,
and disappear from sight.
Under the static veil…
the pulse remains.
The pulse remains.
