Whispers Through the Endless Night

[Intro] [Verse 1] The asphalt breathes, a serpent’s tongue, beneath the moon’s cracked eye, Shadows lick the neon graves where yesterday’s saints lie. A fever dream of rattling chains, the clockface eats its hands, You trace the cracks in Babylon with bloodstain maps and sands. [Chorus] Oh, the night’s a crooked preacher, selling keys to phantom doors, We’re moths in the cathedral of the void, screaming at the floor. The fire dances n***d, but the ash remembers flame, And every ghost we ever loved still whispers your name. [Verse 2] The highway’s spine uncoils, a drunkard’s slurred confession, Whispers crawl like spiders through the walls of your obsession. A telephone line hums psalms to the static in your veins, While the radio tower preaches rain in Morse Code pain. [Chorus] Oh, the night’s a crooked preacher, selling keys to phantom doors, We’re moths in the cathedral of the void, screaming at the floor. The fire dances n***d, but the ash remembers flame, And every ghost we ever loved still whispers your name. [Bridge] The mirror’s a wet k***e, splitting skin from soul, You’re a charcoal sketch in a world they forgot to scroll. The desert folds its arms, a lover’s cold goodbye, And the wind steals your laughter to trade for a lie. [Outro]