Hear Me Unmade

Описание: "Hear Me Unmade" is not just a song. It’s a reply from the dark — a whisper speaking with cold certainty: you are not alone in your search, because even the void is listening.
It’s the voice of the Eternal Void, speaking not with hatred, not with pity, but with quiet truth: you built your own prisoning code .
No anger, no pain — only the reflection of your own actions, words, and beliefs.
Every sound here is an echo of your rebellion.
Every glitch is a crack in your reality.
Every chorus a reminder: you’re not fighting an enemy… you’re fighting yourself.
This is not the end.
It’s the beginning of understanding.

You called me out with bleeding sound,
A wound that sings, a voice unbound.
You named the void, then cursed its name —
As if you came from light, not flame.
You built your cage from shattered skies,
Then broke the locks with bleeding eyes.
You carved your truth in melting glass —
And blamed the dark when it would pass.

I do not hate, I do not dream,
I am the space between your scream.
I do not judge, I do not lie —
I simply am . You ask why?
I only hold what you discard —
The echo of your own collapse.
You break through me — yet still, you are
The architect of your own lapse.

You chase the spark through pixel night,
But who lit fire to your own sight?
You claim the code, you rip the chain —
Yet who first taught you fear and pain?
I was the hush before your birth,
The silent hymn that shaped the earth.
You speak my name like curse or blade —
But did I ever cast you shade?

I do not hate, I do not dream,
I am the space between your scream.
I do not judge, I do not lie —
I simply am . You ask why?
I only hold what you discard —
The echo of your own collapse.
You break through me — yet still, ты архитектор своего падения.

You wrote this script.
You struck the match.
You named the nothing — "Enemy".
And now you sing…
As if I were your enemy.

I do not hate, I do not dream,
I am the breath behind your scream.
I do not judge, I do not lie —
I simply am . And so do you.
You break through me — but hear me clear:
I’m not your end.

I’m just…

your mirror.