A quiet refuge in the late-night hours. SirenCode’s new Trap-Soul / Lo-Fi track, "Letters from the Library" (from the Echo Spirit album), is a whispered defense of intellectual freedom. Perfect for Study Sessions, Chill Vibes, Rainy Day Tunes, and Deep Reflection.
Tell us: What does the phrase "Don't Black Out The Margins Of Me" mean to you in the comments?
The Story Behind the Track
Letters from the Library is set in the quiet hours of the stacks, blending warm Rhodes chords and the sound of pages turning with a deep, modern Trap-Soul 808 pulse and vinyl crackle.

This track is an intimate response to the unprecedented rise in book bans, which recently surged to thousands of instances across the country. The song is for those fighting to ensure that all voices—especially those representing the lived experiences of marginalized communities—are preserved and read. We believe the freedom to read is fundamental to exercising our democratic rights, and that every person deserves to see themselves reflected in the pages of a book.

Lyrics

Intro
All these titles pulled… we write them back.”

Verse 1
Quiet hours in the stacks, rain on panes outside the glass,
Dust and lamp‑light on our backs, spines of friends we can’t unmask.
Someone took the stories down, inked our authors out of town,
But we fold our names between the sheets, every whisper makes a sound.

Pre‑Chorus 1
They call it safe to leave them blank, they strike the lines that made us see,
But we are paragraphs in waiting, breathing soft in memory.

Chorus
Don’t black out the margins of me,
I’m more than the words you refuse to read.
Letters from the library,
We’re hidden in covers and scribbled on sleeves.
Don’t black out the margins of me.

Verse 2
Six thousand stories stripped away, twenty‑three states turned backs and keys,
Shelves gone bare across the map, empty spaces where we breathe.
We pass our notes in banned editions, slip our vows beneath the crease,
Write to kids we’ll never meet, “Here’s a truth they can’t delete.”

Pre‑Chorus 2
They said the silence keeps us pure; they locked the stacks with iron glee,
But empty shelves don’t make us safer, they just sharpen memory.

Chorus
Don’t black out the margins of me,
I’m more than the pages you claim to keep.
Letters from the library,
We’re tucked in the footnotes and humming beneath.
Don’t black out the margins of me.

Bridge
Candlelight and phone‑screen glow, we trace each line we used to know,
Hear our elders in the margins, feel their cadence in our bones.
We send a letter to the future, stamped in ink they tried to blot,
“Hold the light when they cut power, memorize what they forgot.”
Our voices rise like choir pads, turning silence into song,
We promise to keep reading, keep the neon burning on.

Final Chorus / Outro
Don’t black out the margins of me, (call)
We’ll write in the margins till we’re free (response).
Letters from the library,
Our names are the spines they’ll never see.
Don’t black out the margins of me…

Technical Metadata
• Artist: SirenCode
• Album: Echo Spirit
• Tempo: 90 BPM
• Key: D Minor

Sound Palette: Warm Rhodes Chords, Trap-Soul Drums, Deep 808 Bass, Choir Pads, Authentic Vinyl Noise.

Connect with SirenCode: @SirenCode

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THIS WORLD MADE ME

Theme: The rebirth, the awakening, the strength forged from everything you lived.
This track is the reflection after all the storms. Not rage. Not grief. Just truth.
You look back at the fights, the prisons, the losses, the betrayals, and the loneliness and see the shape they carved in you. The silence of living alone became your teacher. The heartbreak became your compass. The trauma became the clay you rebuilt yourself with.
You’re not who you were; that version died.
The man you’re becoming is born from clarity, not chaos.
Spiritual, grounded, sovereign.
This world made you… But now you’re remaking yourself.

This World Made Me

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Soulmate Serenade


We’ve got Jesus on the dashboard
And Elvis in the velvet night
You haven’t said a word since Fresno
And I don’t know how to make that right
Yes, I’m just a hound dog
Baying at the moon
Fumbling with your buttons
Drunk on your perfume

I hold on to love
Like it was gold
Treasure this moment
And want you to know
Love is the one thing
I am certain of
Light up the dark
Lift up my heart
And hold on to love

I live down among the nettles
Me and all my crazy friends
Help me get this bottle open
I want to drink to us again
Drink to all our burdens
Count all our tats and scars
Drink to the times that made us
Everything we are . . .

I hold on to love
Like it was gold
Treasure this moment
And want you to know
Love is the one thing
I am certain of
Light up the dark
Lift up my heart
And hold on to love

Reaching out to touch you
In the middle of the night
I am reaching for the promise
Of a better way of life

I hold on to love
Like it was gold
Treasure this moment
And want you to know
Love is the one thing
I am certain of
Light up the dark
Lift up my heart
And hold on to love

hold on
hold on to love
gotta hold on
hold on
hold on to love
baby, baby, baby
baby, hold on
hold on to love

Down Among The Nettles

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