[Intro – Barely audible, layered whispers] (mm… mm… ah…) (breath in… soft exhale…) (ooh… mmm…) [Verse 1 – Intimate, close mic] I was born with weather in my lungs, Thunder braided through my tongue, An archive of unfinished prayers Bound in the cage of my ribs. (hmm… ah…) I read the future in rising steam, In porcelain halos of quiet dreams, Each passing glance a silver thread Sewing constellations through my head. (oooh…) [Pre-Chorus – Slight swell] I speak in undertow and sign(hmm… ah…) In hairline cracks of the in-between time, Where silence blossoms, dark and slow(hmm… ah…) Like midnight gardens no one knows. ahh… ahh…mmm—ah… [Chorus – Controlled but stronger] I am ink beneath the skin, A sacred bruise I’m living in, Soft as dusk, yet cut like glass, Holding tight while moments pass. I love the way the ocean moves the moon — Unseen force, unwavering tune. If you dare to sink below, You’ll find the depths I do not show. (Ohh… ohh… ahhh…) [Post-Chorus – Gentle lift, more poetic] Stay beyond the surface shimmer(oh-oh… ahh…) Past the calm I’ve overgrown, There’s a current stitched in silver(oh-oh… ahh…) Running deeper than I’ve shown. I don’t bloom in sudden fire, I don’t spill in reckless glow — I am tide and slow horizon, Always rising far below. (hmm… ah…) [Verse 2 – Slightly more intensity] I keep a lantern in my chest (oooh...) For wing-torn souls that need to rest Feathers trembling in the frost, Heavy with the names they’ve lost. (ah… mm…) I memorize the scent of rain Before it ever speaks of pain, You say, “I’m fine,” but in your breath I hear the fragile hymn of death. [Pre-Chorus – Stronger layering] I gather truths like fallen leaves,(oh-oh… ahh…) Press them flat inside my sleeves, Every kindness, every scar(Ahhh… ahhh…) A compass pointing toward a star. (oh-oh… ahh…) [Chorus – Open voice, more power] I am ink beneath the skin, A quiet war I’m wrapped within, Tender hands, electric spine, Balancing on a thinner line. I love like oceans love the moon — Silent, faithful, pulling soon. If you linger, if you stay, You’ll see the midnight in my day. Ohhh-ohhh! Ahhh-ahhh! [Post-Chorus – Stronger, rising] I won’t forever speak in whispers, I won’t forever dim the flame, There’s a thunder in my ribcage Learning how to shape its name. You don’t have to strike the lightning, You don’t have to force the glow — Even quiet hearts unravel Into galaxies when they let go. [Bridge – Strip back, then explode] There’s a cathedral made of breath Where doubt kneels down beside my faith, Where hope is threaded, fine and bright, Through every word I lost to night. I was never meant for borrowed light — I bloom where shadow touches night — AHHH—ohhh—ahhh! [Final Chorus – Full power, elevated imagery] I am ink. I am echo. I am places I don’t let go. Soft rebellion, hidden flame, Never simple, never tame. Love me slow and love me true — I will bend the stars for you. But know my heart is tidal snow: Deep as mercy — Dark as crow — AHHHHH—ahhh—ahhh!

Ink & Echo