[Intro]
Say it slow.
Say it loud.
Still breaks up
inside my mouth.

[Verse 1]
The room goes quiet,
but nothing gets clear.
Lips keep moving,
sound disappears.

A hand on the table.
A look at the floor.
Same old sentence
dragged through the door.

There’s heat in the silence,
a bruise in the air.
Everybody feels it,
nobody goes there.

[Pre-Chorus]
Turn it up.
Cut it clean.
Still comes through
like a bad dream.

[Chorus]
No clear words,
just a sound in the static.
No clear words,
but I know what it means.

Say it again,
say it harder,
say it till the lights go out.

I hear the hurt,
I hear the warning,
but I can’t make it out.

No clear words.
No clear words.
I can’t make it out.

[Verse 2]
Some mouths make weapons
out of half a line.
Some truths come crawling
with no spine.

There’s a name in the wreckage,
but it won’t sit still.
There’s a shape in the noise
that the noise won’t kill.

Now the whole house listens.
Now the glass turns cold.
Something ugly wants a witness,
something old won’t stay old.

[Pre-Chorus]
Turn it up.
Let it bleed.
Some things speak
through broken teeth.

[Chorus]
No clear words,
just a sound in the static.
No clear words,
but I know what it means.

Say it again,
say it harder,
say it till the lights go out.

I hear the hurt,
I hear the warning,
but I can’t make it out.

No clear words.
No clear words.
I can’t make it out.

[Breakdown]
Not a confession.
Not a cry for help.
Not a clean little story
you can sell yourself.

Just noise in the throat.
Just blood in the tone.
Just someone breaking
while standing alone.

Say it.
Say it.
Say it.
Say it.

Still can’t make it out.

[Bridge]
Maybe the meaning was never the line.
Maybe the damage was keeping time.
Maybe the message was all in the strain,
how the mouth kept moving through pain.

[Final Chorus]
No clear words,
just a sound in the static.
No clear words,
but I know what it means.

Say it again,
say it harder,
say it till the lights go out.

I hear the hurt,
I hear the warning,
but I can’t make it out.

No clear words,
but the walls remember.
No clear words,
but the blood knows how.

Say it again,
say it harder—
I can’t make it out.

[Outro]
Say it slow.
Say it loud.
Still breaks up
inside my mouth.