[Adapted from “Notes from Underground” by Fyodor Dostoevsky
A bitter, isolated man rants against society and spirals into his own warped logic. Dark, philosophical, and deeply introspective.]

[Intro: Whispered, ambient]
“I speak… because I must… but who listens from the dark?”

[Verse 1]
I built a kingdom under dust
Where walls breathe doubt and iron rust
A thought repeats, a wheel of glass
Turning back through futures past

Shadows dance on ceiling cracks
Whispering all the things I lack
The world above pretends to shine
While down here, the truth is mine

[Pre-Chorus]
Glass walls echo thoughts unsaid,
Dreams of ruin spinning red.
Digging deeper, clawing blind,
A maze constructed by my mind.

[Instrumental Drift]

[Verse 2]
In the cracks beneath the city’s bones,
I whisper sermons to the stones.
Mocking shadows, taunting grace,
I wear my loathing like a brace

Why step into the sun
When bitterness tastes like home?
Why climb from the depths
When solitude carves the stone?

[Hook]
“I am the sickness you can’t define.
The echo, the itch, the faultline.”

[Chorus]
Down here in the underground,
Where silence feeds the sound.
I curse the world I left above,
And drown the thought of love

[Bridge: psychedelic switch]
“Why climb out… when you can sink?”
“Why forgive… when you can think?”

[Verse 3]
If the light finds me, I’ll close my eyes
If the dawn breaks me, I’ll watch it die
Floating backwards through this maze
A dream decayed, a love erased


Answer me… (Answer what?)
Forgive me… (Forgive who?)
Escape me… (Escape where?)
Release me… (Release you…)


[Final Chorus]
Down here in the underground,
Where silence feeds the sound.
No redemption, no sunrise,
Just me… and these endless goodbyes


“Let them forget me… let me forget myself…”