The Thirteenth Scrape [Melodic Hip Hop / Dark Alt-Rock]

Описание: “The house learns a new language...”

Thirteen nights. Thirteen marks. A threshold forged from silence and hammered flat. "The Thirteenth Scrape" is a psychological journey into the corners of the mind where the walls have ribs and every shadow has a story to tell.

This track blends dark electro-pop and alternative rock with a lo-fi rhythmic core, exploring the blurred lines between reality and the whispers we try to hide.

Genre: Alternative Rock / Dark Electro Pop / Melodic Hip Hop

Lyrics

Intro
Night one — a fingernail on plaster.
Night two — the house learns a new language.
Night by night the sound grows teeth.

Verse 1
Every night a scrawl behind the ribs of my walls,
A rasp like old bones filing, a compass that re-sprawls.
I lay awake with the clock like a witness to the crawl,
Counting small betrayals as the darkness takes its toll.
The paint peels like patience, the floor remembers weight,
There’s something working quietly to recompose my fate.
I press my ear to timber, listen to the crawl,
Hear syntax of a hunger scratching out my name on the wall.


Pre‑Chorus
It maps the seams of memory, it knows the sleep I keep,
A grammar made of pressure, words that press and never sleep.
Thirteen nights, thirteen breaths, the house becomes a mouth,
It chews the corners of the day and spits the truth to south.

Chorus
On the thirteenth day a door appears — a new black seam,
A seam that was not here before, a slate that gulps my dreams.
Behind it whisper-echoes, my thoughts in serrated glass,
They hiss my heart back at me, but crooked, broken, brass.
Thirteenth scrape, thirteenth knock, the mirror speaks in guile —
The house repeats my secrets and adds another smile.

Verse 2
I count each notch on corridor, a ledger of the dread,
Hear syllables like knuckles rattling up through the bed.
The whispers wear my cadence but bend each vow and plea,
They twist the names I whisper until they call for me.
Glass-lipped and hungry, every thought becomes a shard,
They file down every favor until the edges scar.
I try to tell the neighbors, but the night devours the talk,
Leaves me with this new-made door and footsteps made of chalk.

Pre‑Chorus
It mirrors what I’m hiding, then hands it back with claws,
It speaks in my pronouns and rearranges laws.
Thirteen days of patience, thirteen lies of sound,
A threshold forged from silence, hammered flat and bound.

Chorus
On the thirteenth day the new door breathes — a slow inhale,
Behind the slatted hinges, whispers grow like hail.
They mimic every mercy and pervert every prayer,
They stir my private journals into garlands of despair.
Thirteenth scrape, thirteenth scar, the echoes wear my skin —
They read me like an atlas, then rewrite where I begin.

Bridge
(Whispers) "You think in smallness, you think in cracked refrain…"
(Shout) They take my thought and sharpen it, a scalpel made of rain!
(Whispers) "You owe the dark an answer, the ledger wants its due…"
(Howl) The door unlatches quietly and turns to face the truth.


Breakdown
I push — the wood drinks moonlight, breathes like iron lungs,
The hallway folds into a tongue that tastes the songs I've sung.
There is a room of mirrors where my shadows talk back foul,
Each reflection tells a rumor and wears a different howl.
They tell of cowardice like crowns, of kindness sharpened thin,
They show me how my mercy is a place my sins begin.


Chorus
On the thirteenth day the door opens — there is no more wall,
The whispers find their cadence and begin to speak my fall.
They call me by the reasons I have tried to hide away,
They promise absolution if I step inside and stay.
Thirteenth scrape, thirteenth night — the whispers know my name,
They echo into nothing and then fold me into blame.


Outro
Night after night the scraping learns the pattern of my bones,
A throat that sings my secrets through the grating of these stones.
I close my eyes and listen as the new door breathes and grows,
And all the little whispers wear the shape of who I chose.

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