[Intro]
Quiet hum, fluorescent like a sermon, centrifuges like heartbeats —
Listen.
[Verse 1]
Metallic on my tongue, antiseptic and regret,
Lab lights carving smiles into white coats and debt.
The hum — a low law, a centrifuge spin, a sinister hymn,
Glass beaded with breath, taped charts with names that dim.
I remember the joke he told beneath a flicker of fluorescents,
A cracked lighter, a plastic locket with our cheap presents.
They clipped me open, catalogued my fear in petri dishes,
Pipettes like promises, protocols with hollow wishes.
I stood in a room that smelled like ozone and thin lies,
Watched bubbles of holy science boil till the truth died.
[Pre-Chorus]
I tried to keep it human — hands shaking, whisper thin,
Confession on my tongue, then a cold one slid in.
Something answered the hollow, something colder than calls:
A whisper that wore stars and shook out cosmic laws.
[Chorus]
Noir falls — cosmos calls.
Stars stitch his wounds into scars on the walls.
Noir falls — cosmos calls.
Light comes like judgement, like sermons in halls.
[Verse 2 — Noir POV]
I loved him.
I held him while the monitors sobbed.
I loved him / I lost him / I couldn't stop.
Hand slip — glass flip — the snap of a locket drop.
My fingers failed like old prayers, my mouth full of ash.
I couldn't stop, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't turn back the lash.
I did it — I didn't — I don't know which name to own.
He fell with my laugh in his pocket, his last text a ringtone.
Forgive me? Forgive me? The words fracture, scatter, fall.
I am the echo, the blame, the stain on fluorescent walls.
[Pre-Chorus — possession]
They said it was trauma, science, a graph — a graph with no soul,
They called it data. Someone lit a stairway to control.
And when the dark learned my pulse it learned to speak, to crawl,
Alrund whispered plans and a planet-sized thrall.
[Chorus]
Noir falls — cosmos calls.
Stars stitch his wounds into scars on the walls.
Noir falls — cosmos calls.
Light comes like judgement, like sermons in halls.
[Verse 3]
Years like sediment, my face an archive of bruised moons,
Alrund Phanes moves in, rewrites my nights into runes.
He folds my anger into galaxies, presses planets to my palms,
Speaks in constellations, draws maps where once were psalms.
Alrund Phanes — plans, pains, plains of sand turned to chain,
He hums in mult-syllable rhymes, rearranges my name.
Radiance enters like a sermon, holy-flash, sanctified lie,
A god of light that blinds you with truth while he robs your why.
Radiance — rinses wounds in white, preens the halo's edge,
Sanctified glare that shows each fault then signs them on a ledge.
They trade control like currency — a barter of bright shame,
Alrund anchors my anger, Radiance baptizes the flame.
[Bridge — Dialogue]
Alrund (soft, cosmic): "We are the architecture of ruin, the blueprint of fates."
Radiance (clinical, bright): "I highlight their sins, then I polish the gates."
Noir (low): "You called me empty, then you filled me with stars."
Alrund: "Fillings make structures. Structu
