[Intro]
Oh my God — 6-6-6, the city's gone thin
Four AM, Valiasr sleeping, but my head won't give in
Neon vomits light, my cigarette writes crimes
Feet on cracked asphalt, counting crooked lines
[Verse 1]
Shadows on the sidewalks, bus stop flickers one more time
A half-dead shopkeeper hums a radio rhyme
Pale face in the window, my reflection looks tired
Fog licking my sneakers, breath like a liar
Hole in my throat — I choke on consonant ghosts
Walls keep my poems; they fold them up like posts
Snap the streetlamp — I barter the silence for sound
Valiasr knows my name when no one's around
[Pre-Chorus]
Microphone close — the city refuses its ears
Only concrete answers with all of its years
I write like I'm bleeding ink into the night
If no one reads it — still I arm myself with the fight
[Chorus]
Midnight in my chest, wounded beat, no friends
Empty streets, just me and my shadow again
My verse is a siren — loud, without doubt
Engine gone cold, but I still shout it out
[Verse 2 — progression]
Regret: I rewind the photos, frames with your grin
Tajrish memories, a perfume that won't thin
Confrontation: the alley throws back my own name
I spit at the moon; it blinks like a cheap flame
Reveal: there’s a dent in the cadence — truth slips in
I'm not just lonely — I'm carrying what could've been
I trade silence for syllables, scars for a bar
A small soft confession becomes a street-star
[Pre-Chorus — tightened]
The city sleeps heavy; I sharpen simple lines
Walls hush my ad-libs but keep my designs
A single engine memory, like an old song gone cold
I fold it once more into this story I'm told
[Chorus]
Midnight in my chest, wounded beat, no friends
Empty streets, just me and my shadow again
My verse is a siren — loud, without doubt
Engine gone cold, but I still shout it out
[Bridge]
Your memory's poison — it tastes like winter rain
I walk Valiasr backwards, press prints in the pain
An old print on my phone, your smile in broken light
You told me "stay awake, the night holds its own right" (shab khoob ast)
Beauty lived only when you were the skyline
Now city lights blink like they miss the design
I'm stuck in the alleys — and I can't scream free
But every bar I drop is a little more of me
[Outro / Final Hook]
A city asleep; a love that’s awake
Me, my cigarette, and a tired heart that won't break
Midnight in my chest — I keep the beat loud
Empty streets, my poem stands, and I bow
[Production & Delivery Notes]
BPM: 88 (target 85–95)
Arrangement: sparse piano, lo-fi synth pad under verses, sparse sub-bass on chorus
Drums: tight kick + crisp clap, light hi-hat rolls; leave space for breaths
Chorus: add reverb-heavy ad-libs, breathy background "ah"s and "yeah"s
Delivery: punchy consonant hits, short pauses after line-ends; lower-register verses, more open in chorus
Ad-libs: use breathy sighs between bars, timed exhalations before hook lines
Mix notes: chorus vocals slightly up, doubled with a distant reverb layer; keep verses intimate and dry for contrast
