Flicker in the hallway—hush.
Footsteps? Or the radiator’s rush.

Mailbox full of ads I never chose,
Camera in the lobby tracks my clothes.
Shadow in the mirror knows my name,
Keyhole holds its breath like it’s a game.
Curtains twitch, the streetlight blinks at three—
I freeze, the floor remembers me.

Static on the line, a whisper climbs the feed,
My walls repeat the things I never meant to read.

They are watching me,
through the blinds, through the screen’s cold sheen.
They are watching me,
counting every breath between.
They are watching me — I laugh so no one sees.

Doorbell rings and no one’s on the step,
Notifications hum like insects kept.
Billboard on the corner knows my face,
Echo in the stairwell keeps my pace.
Password in my mouth like bitten wire—
I smile, but all the smiles misfire.

Glitches in the glass, reflections fall in line,
A chorus made of cameras hums in time.

They are watching me,
through the blinds, through the screen’s cold sheen.
They are watching me,
counting every breath between.
They are watching me — I joke, but it’s not free.

Wave to the red light—pose for the unseen,
Sign on the dotted line, scrub yourself clean.
If you’ve got nothing to hide, why can’t I breathe?
(Shh.) Smile for the feed.

[Chorus – Final / Outro]
They are watching me,
signal strong in the midnight breeze.
They are watching me,
till my thoughts turn into keys.
They are watching me —
good night, good night—delete.
You are watching me
I can see you 

They are watching me

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

They are watching me

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