Artist: Majestik
Genre: Outrun / Dreamwave / Synthwave
Caught in the pause between hello and goodbye A shadow of moments where we just collide The clock doesn’t tick here it simply sighs The space between us Not close not far Like chasing a fading star The space between us It pulls it bends Will it break or will it mend A whisper hangs where words won’t fall Not quite silence not quite a call It’s a limbo a hallway with no wall We float we drift we spin Where does the end begin Is this the pause before the leap Or the place where dreams fall asleep A riddle wrapped in twilight’s keep Footsteps echo on edges thin Do we go back or dive back in Hearts like doors caught in the wind The space between us Worn and wide But still we stand on either side The space between us It aches, it yearns Still we wait for the world to turn So here we stay, not lost, not found A silence loud without a sound The space between... is still our ground
Ding. Floor… Ding. Floor… You press the same button again. It sighs. The walls are gold but fading fast Mirrored glass reflects the past My face looks wrong, or maybe right I’ve lost all track of day or night The panel blinks in foreign code A language only silence knows I try to speak, but words just stall My voice dissolves into the wall I watch the numbers rise and fall But never hear a voice at all A gentle hum, a velvet hum Like I was born inside this drum The elevator never lands Just climbs and sinks through shifting strands Of time rewound and dreams on loop A floating box, a silver tomb I’ve pressed for help, I’ve pressed for you But every floor is just a view Of something I forgot to feel Of something I forgot was real The carpet stains begin to speak They whisper names I used to keep The lights above flicker in pairs Like blinking eyes or vacant stares I think I saw a shadow move But mirrors lie and hallways prove That even ghosts get tired too And ride the lift when passing through I tell myself it’s just a ride But doors don’t open from inside And every ding just rings like fate A sound that says, “You’re running late.” The elevator never lands Just floats between forgotten plans The buttons glow like ancient stars Each one leads nowhere—just to far I’ve dreamed in metal, slept in chrome This shaft has slowly made me home I think I used to want to leave But now I only want to breathe "Going up." "Going down." "Destination: undefined." The elevator never lands It hums and waits with open hands You think you’re close, you think you’ve won But every floor has just begun I’ve stopped pressing, I’ve stopped guessing I’ve stopped counting time’s undressing And in this cage of soft descent I found the place the silence went Ding. Floor… 0 Ding. Floor… 0 Ding. You never got off.
I blink, but they don’t. I speak, but it’s not my voice. I reach for the light, And they turn it off. There’s a smile I don’t remember, Wearing clothes I didn’t choose. In the mirror, they’re certain— And I’m coming unglued. They nod when I hesitate. Move when I freeze. I thought I was steering, But they’ve got the keys. It’s someone else’s reflection— But they’re making all my choices. I scream in my own direction, But it echoes in their voice. I’m split between the silence, And a stranger in the glass. If I’m the one still breathing... Why do they always act first? I flinch, and they smile. I fall, and they stay still. I try to say “I’m real,” But it sounds like "I will." They touch what I’m thinking. They move before me. I’m lagging behind My own body. They speak when I’m silent. They walk when I stall. I’m just a reflection Inside a mirrored wall. I used to be whole. Or so I believed. Now I’m watching my life In a body I leave. It’s someone else’s reflection— But they’re making all my choices. I scream in my own direction, But it echoes in their voice. I’m lost between two versions— One I know, one I don’t trust. And every day I wake up... More like them, and less like us. More like them... and less like us... More like them... and less like us...
I heard me talking from the hall But I was sitting still, that’s all The voice was mine, but not quite right It laughed too long, it breathed too light It said the things I meant to hide In tones I never could decide It told the room what I forgot And left me staring at the spot My voice left without me Took the words I never said Now it's out there walking While I echo in my head It says, “I am the real one” It sings in borrowed skin If you hear me speaking That’s not where I’ve been It answered calls I never made It smiled in ways I can't explain It kissed a friend I’ve never met And left behind a cigarette It writes in script I can’t decode It hums a song I never wrote It lives a life I only dream While I dissolve behind the screen My voice left without me Now it whispers through the glass It knows the path I didn’t take And walks it twice as fast It says, “You were just holding me” Like I was just a shell If I show up at your door Please don’t let me in as well “I’m not the echo… I’m the one who stayed.” “You left me behind in the silence.” “This voice doesn’t belong to you anymore.” My voice left without me And never said goodbye Now it sings to strangers While I forget my lines My voice left without me… …without me… …without… (silence)
Room service never came. The hallway just… kept going. I think I passed this painting before. I think... I passed myself. Red carpet stretches like a vein Under buzzing lights that hum my name Wallpaper peels like memory And every door avoids the key Room numbers flicker, out of sync The air is warm, but starts to shrink I turn around — the start is gone The hallway sighs and carries on Exit signs never blink They just glow and disappear I run and run But the corner always stays near I knock and knock But the doors just breathe and sink And every time I turn around The walls have changed their skin The paintings watch me when I sleep Eyes stitched from velvet, dark and deep A mirror cracked across the floor Reflects a me I’ve seen before The ceiling drips a static tune The carpet smells like perfume From someone I don’t think I know But feel I loved a life ago Exit signs never blink They just hum and fade to red I whisper names But they echo back instead I try to scream But the silence makes me shrink And every step I think is real Just bends me in the brink “If I reach the door, will I still be me?” “You are the hallway now.” “Check-out time was never real.” Exit signs never blink Just loops of neon lies I chase a door That’s painted on the sky I knock again But time begins to sink And all that’s left Is the humming breath Of walls that never think Room 303 Room 303 Room Three Oh Three
Log 1 A... Memory access: denied. You tried to remember why you came here. But the hallway doesn't load. The door is closed. The sky is NULL. “Username not recognized...” “You were never really assigned a name.” “This version of you is deprecated.” “Please reinstall yourself.” I found a journal entry in my own handwriting. But all the pages say: “I was never here.” “I was never here.” “I was never—” Then it crashed. “404: SELF NOT FOUND.” Memory index corrupted. Restore point unavailable. Please do not attempt to wake up. You were never here... never here... here...
There’s a tower without time. No hands to hold the hour. The bells still ring — but they never agree. The sky forgets to change. The light just lingers wrong. I’ve been standing here forever, Or maybe not that long. The clock has no hands, But I still hear it ticking. It’s not keeping time — It’s just keeping me. The minutes don’t change, But the silence is shifting. Every second I’m trapped In a moment that breathes. I tried to count the shadows, But they all loop back around. The wind repeats its whisper. The floor forgets the sound. I wrote the date down once. But the ink just disappeared. Maybe nothing’s moving... Or maybe I’m not here. I don’t know what I’m waiting for. I don’t know if I’m late. There’s no past to remember, And no future to face. The clock has no hands, But I still hear it ticking. It’s not keeping time — It’s just keeping me. The moment won’t pass. The silence won’t sleep. And I’m still here listening To a time that won’t speak. A time that won’t speak... A time that won’t speak... A time...
You wrote me again. I opened the envelope and your breath came out. It smelled like static. dear me, the clocks here run on vapor the shadows taste like old perfume you left your voice in the vending machine (it gave me change, not answers) p.s. stop folding the map — it bleeds return to sender return to sender return to send— I found your handwriting in the fog looped like a hallway with no corners you crossed out all your own sentences but the ink still hums “I am not me,” you wrote. “I am just where I was mailed.” "no fixed address..." "no fixed address..." "no fixed..." "...fix me..." I’m living in a motel made of old voicemails the concierge speaks in dial tones you sent me a key with no teeth and a do not disturb sign that reads: “you already did.” I keep sending you things I can’t carry and you keep returning them unopened you keep returning you keep returning you keep re tur ning Dear Me, If you’re reading this, then I must have forgotten again. The stamp was a memory. The envelope was skin. Please stop writing back. I can hear you in the walls when I sleep. P.S. - Don’t open the blue one. Shuffling papers. Ink dripping. Voice fading. “Signed, always—You.”
Neon lights in a midnight breeze Crimson dreams beneath moonlit seas I see you there in the glowing haze Lost in time, in a field that stays I drove all night through electric skies Chasing echoes where the silence lies And then I saw it, spread wide and true A sea of roses, blood-red and new Shadows dance on velvet ground Petals whisper without a sound You were waiting, like fate designed In the garden that defies all time An infinite field of red, red roses Where the heart never decomposes Every bloom, a pulse, a fire Burning with our lost desire In this place, the world reposes In an endless field of red, red roses We don't age in this neon night Soft synths echo as we hold tight Your touch like static in the air Time dissolves but you're still there Galaxies spin behind your eyes Stars fall down but never die Every step we take, it grows This dream of roses only we know No clocks, no dawn, no end in sight Our love is loops of colored light Synths are sighing, skies are wide Stay with me on the other side Red… like your lips in the glow Endless… where the roses grow Hold me… let the moment freeze Forever… under crimson leaves Endless roses… Forever frozen… You and me… Where time has chosen…
Beneath a sky of static flame She waits beside a glowing frame No footsteps here, just shifting sand A question carved by unseen hands "What breaks the dawn, then walks away? What fades before it learns to stay?" She asks with eyes that never blink— A riddle wrapped in desert pink I gave her time, I gave her skin I named the stars I held within I spoke of bones, of breath, of war But she had heard it all before Her silence louder than the light Her wings unfolding in the night Each word I speak distorts the air She smiles. I’m still nowhere "You seek the end, but wear the start You hold the map, but miss the part The answer isn’t what you say— It’s how you walk away." She once was stone, now made of chrome A goddess wired into a throne Her circuits hum a sacred tune That only breaks beneath the moon I tried to leave, but left my name It echoed back, but not the same She whispered then, not cruel, not kind: "The riddle lives inside your mind." I turned to run, but stayed instead The question pulsed beneath my head I saw myself inside her face— Not man, not beast, just space No door, no key, no final clue The riddle ends when I do too She leans in close, her voice a thread: "You were the riddle all along," she said And still she waits in burning grace A statue lost in time and place The question never meant to end— Just asked again, and again, and again
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