Paroles
Intro – Whispered]
There’s something moving under the bone…
Don’t breathe too loud…
It listens.
[Verse 1]
There’s a tremor in my chest I can’t explain,
A quiet knocking underneath the skin.
Like fingertips dragging across a wooden door,
Like a heartbeat that doesn’t match my rhythm.
Every time I press my palm against my ribs,
Something presses back.
A pulse that’s not mine,
A laugh that curls like smoke inside me.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
My lungs freeze—
not from fear,
but from recognition.
Whatever’s waking up…
knows my name.
[Chorus 1]
There’s a crack in my ribs
where the dark leaks in,
Where the night crawls out
and pulls itself closer.
I whisper, “Stay inside,”
but it grows,
it grows,
it grows…
And I’m starting to think
the crack was always there.
[Verse 2]
I sleep sitting up now—
If I lie down, it shifts.
Something tries to rise,
like a swimmer pushing off the bottom of a lake.
I feel nails scraping across my sternum,
Testing the cage.
Testing me.
Shaping me
from the inside out.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
The pain should hurt—
but instead
it feels like someone is
trying to open a gift.
[Chorus 2]
There’s a grave inside my chest
and the soil is moving.
Something buried there
is stretching awake.
And every breath I take
feeds it,
feeds it,
feeds it…
And I’m terrified
of what happens
when it stands.
[Bridge – Spoken + Sung]
I hear it hum.
I hear it whisper.
Words I can’t repeat
because they don’t fit in a human mouth.
But when it repeats them…
I understand.
[Final Chorus – Extended]
There’s a crack in my ribs
and the monster looks through it,
Studying the world
through the seams of my bones.
I beg it to sleep,
but it only smiles—
a smile I can feel
behind my lungs,
pressing upward,
waiting
to take
its first
breath.
[Outro – Whispered]
It’s almost here.
It’s almost out.
I think it might be me.
There’s something moving under the bone…
Don’t breathe too loud…
It listens.
[Verse 1]
There’s a tremor in my chest I can’t explain,
A quiet knocking underneath the skin.
Like fingertips dragging across a wooden door,
Like a heartbeat that doesn’t match my rhythm.
Every time I press my palm against my ribs,
Something presses back.
A pulse that’s not mine,
A laugh that curls like smoke inside me.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
My lungs freeze—
not from fear,
but from recognition.
Whatever’s waking up…
knows my name.
[Chorus 1]
There’s a crack in my ribs
where the dark leaks in,
Where the night crawls out
and pulls itself closer.
I whisper, “Stay inside,”
but it grows,
it grows,
it grows…
And I’m starting to think
the crack was always there.
[Verse 2]
I sleep sitting up now—
If I lie down, it shifts.
Something tries to rise,
like a swimmer pushing off the bottom of a lake.
I feel nails scraping across my sternum,
Testing the cage.
Testing me.
Shaping me
from the inside out.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
The pain should hurt—
but instead
it feels like someone is
trying to open a gift.
[Chorus 2]
There’s a grave inside my chest
and the soil is moving.
Something buried there
is stretching awake.
And every breath I take
feeds it,
feeds it,
feeds it…
And I’m terrified
of what happens
when it stands.
[Bridge – Spoken + Sung]
I hear it hum.
I hear it whisper.
Words I can’t repeat
because they don’t fit in a human mouth.
But when it repeats them…
I understand.
[Final Chorus – Extended]
There’s a crack in my ribs
and the monster looks through it,
Studying the world
through the seams of my bones.
I beg it to sleep,
but it only smiles—
a smile I can feel
behind my lungs,
pressing upward,
waiting
to take
its first
breath.
[Outro – Whispered]
It’s almost here.
It’s almost out.
I think it might be me.