the calm in the chaos, light in the stream
A steady breath inside someone else’s dream
Not here for noise or flashing screens
But the silence where the healing leans
You won’t hear a shout to fill a space
who listens like the world’s not a race
And when the dark starts creeping in
Let's speak like hope has always been

You won’t see it coming — no spark, no flame
But somehow everything feels safe again

the quiet in the static, the peace in the sound
The weight in your chest when no one’s around
the echo you find when the world pulls away
The stillness that tells you it’s okay to stay
Not a hero, not a light in the sky
But the reason some nights you don’t say goodbye

There’s no spotlight in this room
Just a glow that cuts the gloom
Not ready to be paid
patched more hearts than most have saved
not here to entertain
But somehow helps you feel less strange
There’s a weight we always lift
With words that feel like quiet gifts

You won’t see it coming — no spark, no flame
But somehow everything feels safe again

the quiet in the static, the peace in the sound
The weight in your chest when no one’s around
the echo you find when the world pulls away
The stillness that tells you it’s okay to stay
Not a hero, not a light in the sky
But the reason some nights you don’t say goodbye

don’t ask for much, just shows up
When your world feels like it’s giving up
No judgment, no need to pretend
Just a moment where your heart can bend

A quiet kind of night
That shines without needing the light
not saving the world, just a soul or two
But sometimes, that’s the bravest thing to do
I need to know, are you ready go

the quiet in the static, the peace in the sound
The weight in your chest when no one’s around
the echo you find when the world pulls away
The stillness that tells you it’s okay to stay
Not a hero, not a light in the sky
But the reason some nights you don’t say goodbye

don’t ask for much, just shows up
When your world feels like it’s giving up
No judgment, no need to pretend
Just a moment where your heart can bend

Not a hero, not a light in the sky
But the reason some nights you don’t say goodbye

Lyrics: Clowns
Vocals: Cosmo
Drums: Jeremy
Bass: Isaac
Piano: Clowns
Lead Guitar: Clowns
Rhythm Guitar Alex
Production: Clowns

Quite in the static

when did it fall apart

The dream could of been

Sunrise

sunset

worth fighting for

She wore her face

stretching the fingers

Do you have anything to say?
…Ohhh.
nothing... I see
Let’s proceed.

Just call me the mouth, I don’t play with flames
This whole stage rigged for your paper shame
Tore through your lines like a rustbit script
I drag gods down with a grin that rips
Your verse runs scared mine splits the bone
You mutter clean I rupture tone
I talk in scars and stitch them shut
I carve through crowds while you beg for luck
Snapped that stance and cracked your pose
You don’t earn fear with a stage safe flow
Flex in your tone like the suit means rage
But power don’t rise when you quote the page

I don’t trade words I brand your skin
My name hits harder than your whole pen
You spit for claps I speak in scars
Breathe in smoke and exhale bars
I bend that beat ‘til the frame gets torn
You rhyme like you ain’t ever been warned
One breath, one blink you’re gone, no trace
I don’t kill mics. I erase your face
You stuttered truth I broke the chain
Then Clowns leaned in and unspoke your name

Clowns don’t shout, he just shifts the sky
He feeds me wreckage I vaporize
I’m not the weapon I’m just the switch
I’m just the snap when the grip goes twitch
Filed your mask like a plea for peace
But I cracked that shell with a single piece
Logic dies when the rhythm kills
Your calm folds when the bassline drills
You blink like silence might buy you grace
But I saw the fold start across your face
You came soft we cracked your shield
You traced control I scorched the field
You write in lines we carve in flesh
No mercy. No leash.
Just blood. No breath.

See, Clowns don’t even blink.
He just tilts his head
and I black out the stage.
This ain’t a diss.
This is the system folding.

You stacked your words like a wall mid collapse
I crushed this room like a steel tooth blast
Your silence screams when the pressure bends
Now the crowd erupts and your signal ends
Look clean, but your soul don’t stick
Pulse don’t match what your lips commit
You lag like a ghost left out in code
Said your peace but the beat went cold
Truth don’t bite when your core ain’t true
Pages burn when they speak on you
I don't beg I dictate breath
Clowns pulls strings I drag what's left
Syntax kills in a flash decay
You blink once and I burn the play

Tempo spikes and your mask goes slack
You planned your win we planned your lack
Whole room cracks when the bassline hits
I lean on fate and I break your script
Truth don’t flex it spills, unplanned
So I carved your name in Clowns’ hand

Folding Point

Thread by thread I cut my name
History stitched in a glitch borne frame
Time don't move it folds in place
Pockets worn like a stolen face
Voices layered where thoughts collide
Felt your pain and the hospital tide
Dreams rewired in a networked scream
Truth combusted in a feedback stream
Cracked that mask and still spoke back
Scripts don't lie they just redact
No control in a world designed
Swallowed whole by a shared mind
I ain't me I'm the split unseen
Fragments loop on a silent screen
Wait wait wait wait wait

Chased that code down every path
Faith got mapped in a larger graph
Prayed for peace in a cloned routine
Hope got lost in the in between
Tried to scream where the roots don't grow
Voice rerouted and undertow
Thoughts don't end they just self form
Broke my shape in a conscious storm
No god waits in a server rack
Just souls they close when the mirror cracks
Spoke my truth in a tone not mine
Sound got caught in a nested spine
Felt that shift and a voice was laid
Built that pain like a power braid

Tension in the vein breath skips like static
Memory flash thought goes erratic
Pulse don’t sync voice don’t match
Self cracks wide prepare for the latch

I split
Fell back through the screen
One thought
Three timelines no theme
No god
No self left to blame
Just echo
Just echo
Just echo the name
NAME NAME NAME NAME

Know it's dead when the core unbinds
Broke that fate in a looped design
Felt that shift in the sulk on rogue
Wrote my grief in a silent code
Don't see but the pressure knows
Cracks in thought where the shadow grows
You ain't real in the feet I track
Just one shot and the heist feedback
I ain't healed just pulled apart
One breath cut from a borrowed star
Heard no fade it evolves in shapes
Spins in place like a fractal tape
Voice got spliced in a glitch tracked cry
Spoke your name just to watch it die

Head split in a blur of sound
Voice cracked in a ghost’s rebound
No choice in the hive response
Mind rewrites as a drum haunts

I break I break
No name no retain I glitch
One scream one scream
From sane I fall
No frame remake
Just ain't just dead end
Just dead end just glitters of pain

Final glitch in a dream unwind
Thoughts too loud for a single mind
Prayed for peace the code got bent
Every answer’s just an echo sent
Can’t delete what the hive made
No past left just thoughts replayed
Split from self but the loop won’t free
One last trace rewritten as me

I ain't healed just pulled apart
One breath cut from a borrowed star
Heard no fade it evolves in shapes
Spins in place like a fractal tape
Voice got spliced in a glitch tracked cry
Spoke your name just to watch it die
Head split in a blur of sound
Voice cracked in a ghost's rebound

No choice in the hive response
Mind rewrites as a drum haunts
I break I break
No name no retain I glitch

One scream one scream
From sane I fall
No frame remake
Just ain't just dead end
Just dead end just glitters of pain
I break I break

machine Gun holes

One mic. Two graves.
Watch me glitch what Clowns let through shouldve scrapped that view
This aint a diss.
Its a god tier patch note etched in your ruins...

This is what Clowns wrote, but I spit it wrong.
Bent every beat till I slayed the gods now they are gone.
Cosmo crowned himself off a single shot,
Acted like pain’s some throne he got.
Said he snapped? Just a practice run.
Mic got hot, but the wrath was none.
All that flex in a stream-built frame,
Gods don’t stutter when they say your name.

He burned a kid with a pre-set scheme,
Then danced like death was part of his team.
Cosmo’s rage is a playback loop,
One glitch deep, and he boots like soup.
Other dude cried like a song in beta,
Can’t drop bars if you skip the data.
Both went viral in a boxed display
Now I stretch truth like a wire decay.

One fake god, one ghost with a theme,
I tear through both like a breach in stream.
Cosmo clicked in with a clip-on crown,
Now I clip that cord till he glitches out.
You mocked his pain for a burst of pride,
But bled no truth when your breath replied.
You want that heat? Then stand in flame.
I spit recursion through broken names.

Other one gasped like a borrowed page,
Cosmo bit hard, but I flipped that cage.
I’m the error they both can’t trace
One took shots, one lost his place.
Truth ain’t loud, it cuts in still.
And I carved that line just to watch them spill.
I don’t need gods, I rewrite fate
Clowns made code, and I sealed their gate.

Cut. Snap. Run. Fold.
Cosmo blinked and the mic went cold.
Bar too fast for the frame to track,
He gasped for breath, never got that back.
Drop. Break. Loop. Kill.
Other one cracked when the feed went still.
Tried that arc, but the plot got clipped
Truth don’t stream when your mask won’t grip.

Crack. Slide. Twist. End.
Gods don’t reign where the speeds won’t bend.
I break whole verses in twisted bursts
Cosmo dropped out in a coded hearse.
Spit. Rip. Cut through the glitch-frame twist.
Lines stack fast with a kill-switch wrist.
Split that prayer in a silenced crash,
Then bend the code till the timelines flash.

You thought Cosmo wrote this.
Nah.
Clowns lit the spark.
I'm the reason it burns.
Now shut up.
Listen to this drop.
While I let you marinate.

Rage recycled, they rewrapped fear.
Both spit lines like they begged to disappear.
Cosmo prayed to a god he played,
But the wires snapped when the mask betrayed.
Other dude faked like a verse from thread
Never dropped pain, just typed what he read.
I peel back names like vinyl skin,
Tear out roots from the wars they spin.

Cosmo flexed like the stage was his,
Till I blacked out light in a bar like this.
He clipped one kid, then crowned his soul,
But the blood don’t drip if the blade ain’t cold.
Now they twitch when the speed goes red,
Talk like gods with a skip-track head.
Verse too fast for a man to fake
Watch both burn in the breath I break.

Spit. Rip. Cut through the glitch-frame twist.
Lines stack fast with a kill-switch wrist.
Split that prayer in a silenced crash,
Then bend the code till the timelines flash.
Bar by bar, I dissect that mask.
Wrote them both out in a syntax blast.
Gods don’t reign when the base won’t bend
Clowns sparked flame, I composed the end.

One mic. Two graves.
One name left out the ending.
He thought the story was his.
So I tore out the last page.
Rewrote his fate.
No kings. No gods.
Just bones and silence.

Quite in the static

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