Track 1 – Code in the floorboard
Shhh… Hear that? Click-clack, code in the floorboards, Hush-hiss, ink in the air. I see it in the tide and the tall doors, Soft like a prayer… sharp like a snare. From mine-dust mornings to Thames-side sun, a script in the silt where the truth plays dumb. Every promise got hidden clauses, every “help” got a shadow in. If the loop go whirr and you still feel free, check the mirror—who teaching your feet? Dive into a world where whispers hold power and every line is a doorway to the unseen.