Outta My Head

This Is What Happened To The Others

KALESSI

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2 Steps From Hell (prod. davysgravymusic)(VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

The scene is still, but the echoes cry,
a voice laments where the dust will lie.
A whisper calls through the endless night,
questions linger where silence hides.

A scream fades out but stays in me,
it charts a path I’m meant to see.
The room speaks pain, a heavy tide,
but her words pull me to her side.

In every shadow, a voice, a sound,
whispers haunt, they pull me down.
The truth it seeks me, it won’t let go,
hides its face but I must know.

Her final breath, an echo cold,
a plea resounds, a story untold.
What does she want, what remains unclear?
A riddle burns; I draw it near.

The lines I trace, they twist and break,
with every step, the shadows wake.
Her voice grows louder, fills my mind,
the answers cruel, the threads unkind.

The voices tug, they won’t let me be,
like ghosts they urge and shadow me.
Each step I take brings closer pain,
the truth it screams, yet hides its name.

In every shadow, a voice, a sound,
whispers haunt, they pull me down.
The truth it seeks me, it won’t let go,
hides its face but I must know.

I hear her calling, I can’t escape,
the voices linger, their whispers take.
A web of lies, I fall inside,
but what I find won’t pacify.

The Unseen Truth

A room of silence, the traces cold,
her final place, so cruel, so old.
But something’s missing, it doesn’t align,
like smoke it fades, what hides the design.

The wounds reveal deception and guile,
the body silent, yet speaks all the while.
The victim is still, but the signs are clear,
the murderer lives—so close, so near.

In every clue, a shadow lies,
her face, her voice—an endless guise.
What’s the truth? What’s the cost?
Will I find what she has lost?

Her final breath—a trick, a deceit,
she fled from death, left the dark incomplete.
But how did she run? How did she defy,
the death that seemed her shadow nearby?

The evidence lies; it pulls me in,
to a story so brutal, so blind, so grim.
Was she the victim? Or the plan she wove?
Her name in blood—but she still roams.

In every clue, a shadow lies,
her face, her voice—an endless guise.
What’s the truth? What’s the cost?
Will I find what she has lost?

The truth is near, but buried so deep,
a riddle that neither forgives nor speaks.
I follow the clues; they scream her name,
the hunter lives, but where is her claim?

In every clue, a shadow lies,
her face, her voice—an endless guise.
What’s the truth? What’s the cost?
Will I find what she has lost?

The dust will settle, but not my soul,
the answers break me, leave me cold.
Two stories meet, but one survives,
the shadows linger where truth thrives.



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