Werekh

ALBUM DETAILS

WEREKH is an emotionally raw concept album exploring grief, trauma, resilience, and healing. Drawing inspiration from the ancient Egyptian word werekh, meaning healing salve or medicinal remedy, each song represents another layer of the journey from brokenness toward restoration. Blending conscious lyricism with cinematic soundscapes, tribal rhythms, rock, and boom bap hip hop, the album searches for the medicine that cannot be found in a bottle: truth, forgiveness, hope, and the courage to begin again.

shell shocked

Incoming

The sound of a mortar round spinning

Incoming

The trembling of the earth as it penetrates

Deep within

Incoming

An explosion blankets the horizon with shrapnel

Rocks and dirt strewn about

Smoke remains where voices used to be

Whether target acquired

Or damage from friendly fire

The objective achieved

Target neutralized

Adrenaline floods the veins

Tom toms pound

From behind the chest

Artillery strikes this bulletproof vest

As blood pressure rises


Cause is it an expression

Or just

An attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Whether land or sea

An electronic decree

Pulls back

Fire

Target is me

Cause is it an expression

Or just

An attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Intended

Unintended it's concluded as fact

Cause is it an expression or

Am I shell shocked


Whether dawn or dusk

Incoming

Incoming

Unaware

Unprepared for the sound

Cause it's gonna be

A direct hit yawll

Boom

Boom

Crash

Shell shocked from assault waves

Future

Present

Past

Jaw locked tight

Shoulders hold the armor

Prepared to fight

Breathing through rubble

Pulse searching for survivors

I need to build a better bunker

Need to make the walls higher

Yet the higher the walls I build

Another wave shoots to kill

Gaping wounds pay the bill

Which is why I try to ask


Cause is it an expression

Or just

An attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Whether land

Or sea

An electronic decree

Pulls back

Fire

Target is me

Cause is it an expression

Or just

An attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Intended

Unintended it's concluded as fact

Cause is it an expression or

Or

Am I Shell shocked


Post traumatic stress

A way of life

Raw nerves are shredded

Fragged

Fried

My life rides te razors edge


Incoming

Incoming

In

Is all I hear

Is what I fear

It's always near

Patterns tell me

It's always coming

It's always coming

My heart

Mind

Soul

It's always gunning

Mark seven

Locked

Loaded

Ready

To fire

Crouched behind

These armored plates

Survival

Peace

My desire


Cause is it an expression

Or just

An attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Whether land

Or sea

An electronic decree

Pulls back

Fire

Target is me

Cause is it an expression

Or just

An attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Intended

Unintended

It's concluded as fact

Cause is it an expression or

Am I under attack


Boom

Boom

Bap

Da boom bap

Boom

Boom

Boom

Bap

Da boom

Fire

Broken pieces strewn about

Singed burned in the fire

Boom

Boom

Boom

Bap

Da boom bap

Fire

Praying for withdrawal

Waiting

For the call

The siren

It's over


Incoming

The last but not final wave

Each assault campaign

Feels unending

Whether a hit damage done

The same

Incoming

This time

Better run and hide

Nowhere is safe

No way to contain

I can only sit

Hope

Pray


Cause is it an expression

Or just

An attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Whether land

Or sea

An electronic decree

Pulls back

Fire

Target is me

Cause is it an expression

Or just

An attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Attack

Intended

Unintended

It's concluded as fact

Cause is it an expression or

Am I shell shocked


Boom

Boom

Bap

Da Boom

Fire

Boom

Boom

Bap

Da Boom

Fire

Boom

Boom

Fire

Boom

Da Boom

Fire

Boom

Boom

Shell shock

Fire

Fire

Fire

Shell shock

Fire

Fire

Fire

Shell shock

Fire

Fire

Fire


Onward

The war rages

It's not

The final wave

Each assault campaign

Feels unending

Damage done

Is all the same

Better duck and cover

To survive

Remain intact

On the battlefield

Better duck and cover

Remain calm

Yield


Watchillie


Some songs begin with an idea. Others begin with a melody. Shell Shock began with a question.


What happens when conflict stops feeling like isolated moments and starts becoming an atmosphere?


The song explores what it feels like to live through prolonged periods of high tension, repeated verbal conflict, and emotional unpredictability. Over time, individual incidents begin to blur together. The experience becomes less about one difficult exchange and more about living in anticipation of the next one. Eventually, the mind and body can begin preparing for impact before anything has even happened.


Rather than describing that experience literally, I searched for a metaphor that captured what it felt like internally. The answer was warfare.


The battlefield in Shell Shock is not a physical place. It is the human nervous system.


Mortar rounds become cutting words. Shrapnel represents the emotional fragments left behind after conflict. "Friendly fire" reflects the reality that some of our deepest wounds come from places we once associated with safety. Bunkers symbolize the emotional defenses we build to survive. Higher walls promise protection, yet they can also create isolation. Every military image serves as a psychological metaphor rather than a historical one.


At the center of the song is a recurring question:


> "Is it an expression... or just an attack?"


That question isn't meant to accuse or answer. It reflects the uncertainty that can develop when communication is consistently experienced as hostile, unpredictable, or emotionally overwhelming. The song deliberately leaves the question unresolved because perception, intent, and impact are often far more complicated than they first appear.


As the writing evolved, I realized the song wasn't really about the attacks themselves. It was about what repeated exposure to conflict does to the person experiencing it. That's why the title eventually changed from Blitzkrieg to Shell Shock. The focus shifted away from the assault and toward its lasting effect.


Several images describe trauma through physiology rather than violence. "Jaw locked tight," "Pulse searching for survivors," and "Raw nerves shredded" all point toward the body's instinctive survival responses. One of the lines that became central to the song,


> "Pulse searching for survivors..."


imagines looking inward after each emotional barrage to see what parts of yourself remain intact. That image became one of the emotional anchors of the piece.


Musically, I wanted the production to avoid spectacle. There are no cinematic orchestras or explosive sound effects. Instead, the song lives inside a restrained East Coast boom bap groove built around warm Rhodes, upright bass, sparse piano, and a soulful baritone vocal. The production intentionally leaves space. Hypervigilance is often experienced less as constant chaos than as waiting. Waiting for the next impact. Waiting for the next whisper of "Incoming..."


The whispered warnings, the subtle background responses of "Attack," and the commanding cry of "Fire!" represent different voices within the same experience. The whispers embody anticipation. The background vocals become intrusive thoughts that grow louder over time. The commands represent the moment conflict erupts. Together, they create a conversation between external events and the body's internal response.


The closing word,


> "Yield..."


is intentionally understated. Here, yielding is not surrender. It is the conscious decision to choose survival over escalation, to preserve one's humanity rather than becoming consumed by conflict. Sometimes the strongest response is not to keep fighting, but to remain grounded enough to step out of the cycle.


Within the Werekh album, Shell Shock represents another chapter in a broader journey of healing. If The Compass searches for direction and The Salve longs for restoration, Shell Shock gives voice to the invisible cost of living in prolonged tension. It acknowledges that some of the deepest wounds leave no visible scars, only a nervous system that has learned to brace for impacts that may or may not come.


In the end, Shell Shock is not a song about war.


It is a song about what happens when the battlefield follows you home and takes up residence in your mind.


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The salve

Yeah

Mmmmm

Yeah

Huh


Behind the quartz glass

I see the abstract

Fictional assertions and images skewed

Once fact

Confused

At loss

Beguiled

What once was truth

Ashamed

And maimed

Unclaimed

This heart dismayed

My soul elongates

As I circle the black hole

This drain

Pleading for time

Pleading for change

Take me

My heart

Before it's beat

Is rearranged


Give me that salve

Disinfect the gangrenous wounds

Hold tight you lose

Give me the salve

Burn the nerve to stop the pain

Give me the salve

Clean the mind remove the words absurd

Hold tight you lose

Give me the salve

Your voice I listen heals

Illuminates the wounds


Behind the glass

I see the abstract

A calcified atrial artery

Brittle and cracked

Constrict

Pressure concave

Deep

Depressive wool cloak from head

To my feet

Where once was truth now shame

Tame this varnish clear

Highlights innsane

I left the path

My line's been cast

Take me

While my heart beats just one time

Its last


Give me that salve

Disinfect the gangrenous wounds

Hold tight you lose

Give me the salve

Burn the nerve to stop the pain

Give me the salve

Clean the mind remove the words absurd

Hold tight you lose

Give me the salve

Your voice I listen heals

Illuminates

The wounds


Mix the elixir

Apply the Vicks creme

Bandage the seeping wounds that remain unseen

Apply the traction

Stand me up straight

Correct my soul's scoliosis

Heal the curve bring peace escape

So

Give me the salve

Please

The cure to cleanse the ails

Apply breath to the hopelessly broken

Breathe life

Whisper

Inflate these ripped and tattered sails


Give me that salve

Disinfect the gangrenous wounds

Give me the salve

Burn the nerve to stop the pain

Give me the salve

Clean the mind remove the words absurd

Hold tight you lose

Give me the salve

Your voice I listen heals

I search for the answers

I reach I reach

I search for the answer

Reflect teach

I search for the answers

I'm on my knees

On this road to perdition

Suffocating from hyperventilation

I search for the answers

I reach I reach

I search for the answer

Reflect teach

I search for the answers

I'm on my knees

That gives the answers

I need

I need


Give me that salve

Disinfect the gangrenous wounds

Hold tight you lose

Give me the salve

Burn the nerve to stop the pain

Give me the salve

Clean the mind remove the words absurd

Defend you lose

Give me the salve

Your voice

I listen

I need

To heal

To feel

Give me the salve

To heal

To feel

Breathe

Behind the quartz glass

Is the salve

Watchillie

Some songs are written over weeks or months. The Salve wasn't. It found me.

I had planned to take the evening off after an emotionally exhausting day. Instead of writing, I happened to browse through old notes and rediscovered an unfinished lyric simply titled Broken. As I read it, I realized it described exactly where I was emotionally. I made only a handful of changes, but those changes transformed the song from a reflection on brokenness into something much more important: a search for healing.

The title became The Salve.

The song uses medical imagery as a language for emotional trauma. Gangrenous wounds, calcified arteries, traction, bandages, and breath all symbolize the unseen injuries that grief, anxiety, shame, and loss can leave behind. The repeated request, "Give me the salve," isn't asking for life to become easier. It's asking for the courage and grace to begin healing.

One of the central images is "behind the quartz glass." At first, the glass represents separation from truth and clarity, as though life is being observed through a distorted barrier. By the end of the song, that same image takes on a new meaning. The final realization is that behind the quartz glass... is the salve. The thing I had been searching for wasn't another person, another answer, or another escape. It was the willingness to heal.

Musically, I wanted the production to stay out of the way. Inspired by the warmth and restraint of classic East Coast conscious boom bap, the beat exists to support the lyrics rather than compete with them. Sparse piano, Rhodes textures, dusty drums, and a measured vocal delivery leave space for every word to land. As the song progresses, the music slowly opens, mirroring the movement from despair toward hope.

One lyric in particular became the emotional center of the song: "Correct my soul's scoliosis." Scoliosis is a slow curvature of the spine. In the same way, emotional wounds rarely happen all at once. Over time they bend us, changing how we see ourselves and the world. The song isn't asking for perfection. It's asking for realignment.

The Salve ultimately became more than a song about pain. It became a reminder that healing is not a single moment but a process. Sometimes the greatest act of courage isn't pretending we're unbroken. It's admitting we're wounded and continuing to search for the salve that helps us breathe, heal, and feel again.

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gravity

Mmm

Mmm

Mmmm


As I move throughout the day

The weight of fifty years of strain

On my anterior cingulate

Overtaxed

Weary

Worn down by

Regret and indecision

Present and past

Overwhelmed by the tower of should

One hundred meters high

Reaching toward the cirrus

Brick by Brick

At the doorstep of hyperventilation

I breathe

Try

Inhale to stop the stars

Overtaken by adrenaline

The field narrows

Light dissipates

As all I see before me

Is dark


I feel it all around me

Cause it pulls me down

Down Down Down

Every step

Every movement

Breaks through as it pulls me down

No sound

Always there

Cause its pull surrounds

Down

Amidst these failures

Mistakes and depravity

It feels inescapable

This

Gravity


As I grip the needle tightly

And spin backwards

Time remains the same

Flashback images

Projected behind the retina

The flushed rush of guilt

Blame

Shame

Assume the best

Or assume the worst

The junction reached

A resonant voice

I hear inside

Take another step forward

Inch up

Move

Knowing my only option

This moment

This now

This second in time


I feel it all around me

Cause it pulls me down

Down Down Down

Every step

Every movement

Breaks through

As it pulls me down

No sound

Always there

Cause its pull surrounds

Down

Amidst these failures

Mistakes

And depravity

It feels inescapable

This

Gravity


Decades of inadequacy flood the veins

Every failure

Still circulating

Returning with each heartbeat

Back to the origin again

Standing upon this event horizon

Enveloped by stars

Feet planted firm

On this hurling stone

Engraved with scars

This black hole pulls me inward

Down

Where nothing escapes

Not light

Not thought

Not hope

Not even

Sound

It's only through calm acceptance

Where I feel a new trajectory

Achieving escape velocity

My one chance

At vindication

And grace


I feel it all around me

Cause it pulls me down

Down Down Down

Every step

Every movement

Breaks through

As it pulls me down

No sound

Always there

Cause its pull surrounds

Down

Amidst these failures

Mistakes

And depravity

It feels inescapable

This

Gravity

Cause it's always there

To pull me down

Down Down Down

It has no preference or care

It pulls me down

Down

Anticipate I try

To prepare

Down Down Down

Yet it pulls me down

My life

My soul

My mind

My clarity

This beast

With unquenched appetite

Gravity


This force lies

Beneath the world that's seen

Affecting all throughout history

Void of age

Race

Size

Color

Religion

Or creed

Inescapable

Acceptance

Is the path we must choose

To break through

Fifty years

Brought me here

One more step

Carries me forward

It is a decision

Choose


Because I know it's always there

Waiting

To pull me down

Down Down Down

Every step

Every movement

It waits to see

Because I know it's always there

Waiting

To pull me Down

To take me over

Be the victor

Wear the crown

Yes lord

I know it's always there

Waiting

To pull me down

Down Down Down

Every step

Every movement

It waits to see

I know it's always there

Waiting

To pull me down

To challenge

Demand my surrender

Demand my

Defeat

But I gotta keep movin

Movin

Gotta keep tryin

Tryin

Gotta keep pushin

Pushin

Cause I won't let it extinguish

My hope

My light

My fire

Lift my eyes back

To the stars

Lift my eyes

Lift my eyes back

To the stars again

I can finally see

The stars

Watchillie

Gravity was written in a Home Depot parking lot after a stream of consciousness unexpectedly became one of the defining moments of the WEREKH album. What began as a snapshot of a difficult season evolved into a meditation on invisible forces that shape every human life. While the title immediately evokes the physical force that binds the universe together, the song uses gravity as a metaphor for anxiety, guilt, regret, depression, self-doubt, and every unseen burden that quietly pulls against forward motion. Rather than describing specific events, the lyrics focus on the internal experience of carrying weight that never completely disappears.


Scientific language appears throughout the song, not as decoration, but as another vocabulary for describing emotional reality. References to the anterior cingulate cortex, event horizons, black holes, escape velocity, and light are woven together with moments of panic, hyperventilation, and memory. These concepts mirror one another. A panic attack narrows perception just as gravity bends light. A traumatic memory can feel as inescapable as a black hole. Yet the song ultimately turns toward one of physics' most hopeful ideas: escape velocity. Gravity is never defeated. It never ceases to exist. Instead, enough momentum is gained that its pull no longer determines the direction of travel. That realization becomes the emotional turning point of the song.


The recurring chorus intentionally mirrors gravity itself. Its repetitive descent of "Down... Down... Down..." creates the sensation of an ever-present force that never rests. The repetition is meant to feel unavoidable, much like intrusive thoughts or the persistent weight of accumulated life experience. Rather than fighting that reality, the final verses introduce acceptance as an act of courage. The song argues that healing is not found in denying gravity's existence, but in acknowledging it while continuing to move forward anyway.


The closing moments complete a quiet narrative that begins in the opening verse. Early in the song, panic narrows vision until the stars disappear from view. By the final chorus, after choosing movement over surrender, the narrator lifts his eyes and sees the stars once again. Gravity remains. The universe has not changed. What has changed is perspective. Hope returns not because suffering has ended, but because clarity has. That final image captures the central message of Gravity: we cannot always choose the forces acting upon us, but we can choose whether those forces define the direction of our lives.


Within the broader WEREKH album, Gravity represents the stage of healing where the goal is no longer to eliminate pain, but to understand it, live alongside it, and continue taking one more step. The song is less about overcoming life's weight than about discovering that resilience is built one decision, one breath, and one step at a time.


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The Compass

Bone-chilling arctic winds
Conceal the footprints
Conceal the path
Insecurity and unpredictability
Loom
On the tails of comets past
Smoke from extinguished wicks
Snakes upward
Shadowing
The stars
The starlit sky lay upon me
Like a quilt
Sewn from shadow
And distant fire
Blanketing depression's addiction
This smoke spirals upward revealing second chances
Freedom
My benediction
Black spruce smoke stings the sinuses
Embers dance showering my shoulders
Every crack
Another answer
Carried
Into the dark
The weight lay up on me
Pressing inward
This impossible
Immovable
Granite boulder

As I sit
Beneath the midnight sky
It spins
Spins
It spins
As I sit
Misdirection my oldest vice
Beneath the midnight sky
It spins
Spins
It spins
As I sit
Beneath the midnight sky
Misdirection
My oldest vice
Refined
This time
Is true north
Follow me
Follow me
So you don't get lost
It spins
It spins
Tailspin
It spins
It spins

Head towards the fire but I'm not burned
Legs crossed
Once calm
Anxiety consumes
Exhale toxicity
Release the fumes
Mind sits
Rests
Beneath the bone
Regret
Self talk
Spirals 'round the dome
A tragedy
Once I
Not the man I am
North south
South north
Misdirection was the plan
Repetition
Round and round
Sometimes it feels the same
While eternity speaks
From within the flame
I watch

As I sit
Beneath the midnight sky
It spins
Spins
It spins
As I sit
Beneath the midnight sky
It spins
Spins
It spins
As I sit
Beneath the midnight sky
Misdirection
My oldest vice
Refined
This time
Is true north
Follow me
Follow me
So you don't get lost
It spins
It spins
Tailspin
Misdirection ain't a game to win
It spins

Rely I must upon memories unjust
The litmus of truth
The chisel that carved the bust
A glowing warmth
Radiating deep inside
Magnetically drawing me
To heal
To guide
The night brings silence
Clarity
Peace
A cure that's just enough
Sit tight
Surrender to the darkness
As the night engulfs

As I sit
Beneath the midnight sky
It spins
Spins
It spins
As I sit
Beneath the midnight sky
It spins
Spins
It spins
As I sit
Beneath the midnight sky
Misdirection
My oldest vice
Refined
This time
Is true north
Follow me
Follow me
So you don't get lost
It spins
It spins

True north
I trace vectors amongst the starlit path
Closed eyes
Feel syncopation from beneath the chest
The pulse stills
Safe-ty
In unison
I'm not alone
The dead reckoning of the compass
A pathway to where the soul is home
I sit
Sit
Beneath the midnight sky
It spins
Spins
It spins
As I sit
Beneath the midnight sky
It spins
Spins
It spins
As I sit
Beneath the midnight sky
New direction
New course
Revealed
As I sit
I sit
I sit
I sit
Beneath the midnight sky
I sit
I sit
I sit
Beneath the midnight sky
I sit
I sit
I sit
New direction
New dead reckoning
The compass
Provides

Whisper
Watchillie

The Compass is a meditation on finding direction after becoming lost. Rather than searching for answers in noise, conflict, or certainty, the song imagines a solitary figure sitting beside a campfire deep within a winter forest beneath an endless midnight sky. Surrounded by silence, cold air, and the slow rhythm of crackling embers, the distractions of life begin to fall away. The forest becomes both a physical place and a state of mind where reflection replaces reaction, and stillness becomes the beginning of healing.

Throughout the song, natural elements serve as symbols of an internal journey. Concealed footprints represent uncertainty and the disappearance of familiar paths. Smoke rising from extinguished wicks becomes a metaphor for old pain transforming into second chances. The campfire is more than warmth. Every crack of burning wood carries another quiet answer, suggesting that wisdom is often discovered not through force but through patient listening. Above it all, the stars continue their timeless motion, reminding us that while life may feel chaotic, there is still an order that exists beyond our immediate struggles.

The recurring refrain, "As I sit beneath the midnight sky... it spins..." acknowledges that the world never stops moving. Thoughts continue to spiral, anxiety still circles, and the universe remains in motion. The transformation comes not from stopping the spinning, but from learning to orient ourselves within it. What once felt like a tailspin gradually becomes navigation. Misdirection evolves from an old vice into a lesson, and the search for meaning shifts toward true north.

The title draws from the ancient practice of dead reckoning, a navigational method used when landmarks disappear and visibility is limited. A traveler estimates their present position by trusting their previous heading, distance traveled, and unwavering direction. In the song, the compass becomes a symbol of conscience, resilience, and inner truth. Even when emotions obscure the path, the needle continues pointing toward something constant. Healing is portrayed not as forgetting the past, but as recovering the ability to trust one's own sense of direction.

Musically, The Compass continues the restrained, introspective aesthetic established by The Salve, but the emotional perspective has shifted. Where The Salve explored the wound itself and the desperate search for healing, The Compass begins after the first steps of recovery. The production remains rooted in dark East Coast conscious boom bap, allowing space and silence to become instruments alongside dusty drums, Rhodes chords, and understated piano. Rather than overwhelming the listener with orchestration, the arrangement invites contemplation, creating the feeling of sitting alone beside the fire while the night slowly reveals its answers.

Ultimately, The Compass is a song about orientation rather than destination. It suggests that clarity does not always arrive as a dramatic revelation. Sometimes it emerges quietly, one breath, one heartbeat, and one small correction of course at a time. The final image leaves the listener with a simple but profound realization: the compass was never pointing toward a place on a map. It was always pointing toward home, the place where the soul finally recognizes itself.

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Patience

Hmm


Patience

Mama said

Patience

Good things come to those


They say wait

One more minute

Not now

Later

The hands of time

Continue spinning

Round

And round

Approaching an invisible destination

I drive 

Every mile

Drawn toward the horizon

White lines ending

An off ramp never found

No definitive understanding of resolution

Unseen is the finite tick

Pico seconds build with anticipation

Brick by brick


Anxiety builds

Wait just wait

In between the time slice I wish 

For change

Unknown is the next movement

Pieces on the chessboard have been

Rearranged

Cause


Time

Is the fire

In which we

Burn

Cogs in the wheel

Round n round we turn

Time

Is the fire

In which we

Burn

Unforgiving

Unrelenting

Its arms

Stretch to infinity

Time

Time

Is the fire

In which we

Burn

Advancing the sands one grain

At a time

As I

Breathe


Syncopated clocks provides assuredness

A false sense of security and control

I feverishly watch 

Monitor

Calculate

Inevitably

My math is wrong

Digital

Analog

Numerous trials

Including

Sundial

My ego searches to quantify

Try

I try o outrun the grain

But it's falling faster than I can see

Is it my fallibility

Or is it my

Destiny


Anxiety builds

Wait just wait

In between the time slice I wish 

For change

Unknown is the next movement

Pieces on the chessboard have been

Rearranged

Cause


Time

Is the fire

In which we

Burn

Cogs in the wheel

Round n round we turn

Time

Time

Is the fire

In which we

Burn

Unforgiving

Unrelenting

It's arms

Stretch to infinity

Time

Time

Is the fire

In which we

Burn

Advancing the sands one grain

As I breathe


Time

Time is the fire

Time

Is the flame

Four thousand degrees celsius

Melts my heart

Soul

All that I see


Because I'm impatient

I just can't wait

I need answers

Some truth and clarity

Because I'm impatient

I just can't wait

Anticipation

Grows still

I can't wait


Anxiety builds

Wait just wait

In between the time slice I wish 

For change

Unknown is the next movement

Pieces on the chessboard have been 

Rearranged

Cause


Time

Is the fire

In which we

Burn

Cogs in the wheel

Round n round we turn

Time

Time

Is the fire

In which

We burn

Unforgiving

Unrelenting

It's arms

Stretch to infinity

Time

Time

Is the fire

In which we

Burn

Advancing the sands one grain

As I

Breathe


Gotta keep on breathin

Breathe in

Gotta let go

Breathe out

Gotta keep on breathin

Breathe

Just breathe

Slow this heartbeat

Be still

Cleanse this mind

Soul

Gotta keep on breathin

Gotta let go

Out

Gotta keep on breathin

Just breathe

One more breath

Enough 

It's my time to shine


Time

Time Time Time 

Time

Time

Time Time Time

Time 

Time 

Will see you time

Time Time Time 

Time

Time

Time Time Time 

Will see you

Time

Time Time Time 

Will find you

Time

Will see you

Watchillie

Patience was born in the most ordinary way imaginable. Standing in the kitchen making spaghetti and meatballs, a single word surfaced: patience. That one word became the spark for a song exploring one of the most universal human struggles, our relationship with time. Rather than treating time as a simple measure of hours and minutes, the song personifies it as an immense force that shapes every life, regardless of our desire to control it.


The verses trace the psychology of anticipation. The narrator watches clocks, calculates outcomes, searches for certainty, and desperately tries to stay one step ahead of an unknowable future. Scientific references such as pico-seconds and the metaphor of individual grains of sand reflect an analytical mind attempting to quantify uncertainty. The recurring image of driving toward an invisible destination with no off-ramp captures the feeling of moving through life without knowing when, or if, the long-awaited moment of resolution will arrive.


At the center of the song is the refrain, "Time... is the FIRE... in which we burn..." Inspired by a philosophical phrase that had lingered in memory for decades, it became the defining metaphor for the piece. Fire is both destructive and transformative. It consumes, refines, tempers, and ultimately changes everything it touches. Time does the same. Every joy, every wound, every relationship, every loss, and every act of healing passes through its flames.


Musically, Patience marks a turning point within the WEREKH album. Where earlier songs often dwell in grief, confusion, or survival, this track intentionally embraces a warmer neo-soul palette. The relaxed groove stands in contrast to lyrics filled with urgency, creating a quiet tension between an anxious mind and music that refuses to rush. As the song progresses, layered harmonies gradually become more present, symbolizing the growing realization that peace is found not by forcing answers, but by learning to breathe within uncertainty.


The emotional climax arrives not with a dramatic revelation, but with a single word: "Enough." It is neither surrender nor defeat. It is a conscious decision to stop negotiating with fear, stop racing the clock, and stop demanding immediate clarity. From that stillness comes the quiet affirmation, "It's my time... To... Shine..." The victory is not over time itself, but over the compulsion to outrun it.


The closing lines complete the transformation. Early in the song, time appears as an overwhelming force stretching toward infinity. By the outro, the narrator recognizes that while time cannot be controlled, it also cannot confiscate identity, erase purpose, or define worth. It simply bears witness. In the end, Patience is less a song about waiting than about learning to exist peacefully within the continuum of time itself. It suggests that healing is rarely a single destination. More often, it is the quiet choice to keep breathing, let go, and trust that the next step will reveal itself when its time arrives.


Watchillie.


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two rights, two wrongs

Inhaling sun rays as eyes open

Wide

The infinite abysmal darkness splits in part

The light switch flipped

On

A new rush

An exciting wave

Undulating

Encouraging

Illuminating

Inviting optimism for the day

Words ride the waves

Crash and capsize

Unprepared

I'm tossed by the raging seas

Isolated

Floating on jagged driftwood

Lost in the blue

Fearful

Drifting along uncharted coordinates

Alone with no-one to hear my truth

In the distance

The mingun bell chimes signaling renewal

Each day reborn

A new chance

The luminous lighthouse guides

Providing direction

Leading me ashore


Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

Perspective is direction

The compass guides perception

Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

I try to understand it

My intentions never landing

As it's

Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

With effort I feel I'm trying

'cause inside I feel I'm dying

Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

Why does it feel that 2 rights are still wrong


Another warm exhale

Gasps indicate closeness as hands lift

Pull,

Tear

And ruffle through,

Hope to be loved and passionately adored

Anticipating footsteps of giddy desire renewed

Yet I’m sampled and soiled

Tattooed with failures

Stained

Sullied and toiled

Not held dear just worn and used

Unseen and abandoned

Cavalierly tossed and discarded

My thoughts trashed

Beat down and abused

Yet the tide returns again

Another current comes forcing me to win

To endure

Forcing me to cave

I fight to swim upstream

Pummeled

I bow into the wave


Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

Perspective is direction

The compass guides perception

Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

I try to understand it

My intentions never landing

As it's

Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

With effort I feel I'm trying

'cause inside I feel I'm dying

Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

Why does it feel that 2 rights are still wrong


Sunrise sunset

Sunset sunrise

Each dawn allures and repeats

I seek what’s not innate

Desire the unique

The one

They

Who celebrate

This aberration's defeat

Try

Try

Try

Try again

My life feels like the ouroboros

Round and round

Consuming

No beginning

No end

As lights shutdown

The day of pain

Amongst the fray

I lie naked

Barren and void of crown

From left to right

The sign

The fright

The horror of emptiness

Consuming and suffocating

Liquid acid reflux rejection rises

Engulfing

Gasping for air

I

Drown

Yet the tide returns again


Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

Perspective is direction

Vector guides perception

Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

I try to understand it

My intentions never landing

As it's

Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

With effort I feel I'm trying

'cause inside I feel I'm dying

Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

Am I right

Who's right


Mismatched and discarded

The lesson

I reckon

Resolve to exist if not but only for spite

In this world of lefts

Only one survives the storm

Only one needle on the compass points towards right


Yet the tide returns again

Another current comes forcing me to win

To endure

Forcing me to cave

I fight to swim upstream

Pummeled

Oncemore

I bow into the wave


Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

Perspective is direction

Vector guides perception

Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

I try to understand it

My intentions never landing

As it's

Once

Twice

Thrice

Am

I

Right

Who's right

No wrongs

Who's right

Who's right

No wrongs

Who's right

The inverted images in my retinas

Are impartial

Don't render virtue or deceit

They captured real-time experience

It's the experience I see

My

Reality

Who's right

No wrongs

Who's right

No wrongs

Amidst this life we live

Perhaps

There was never

Only one

Compass

Watchillie


Two Rights, Two Wrongs was born from one of the most difficult questions I've ever wrestled with:


How can two people sincerely believe they are right, yet both leave the conversation wounded?


The song doesn't attempt to assign blame or determine who ultimately holds the truth. Instead, it explores something far more unsettling: that our experiences are filtered through our own perceptions, memories, emotions, and histories. Even when two people witness the same event, they may walk away carrying completely different realities.


Throughout the song, the imagery of oceans, tides, driftwood, lighthouses, compasses, vectors, and uncharted coordinates represents the search for certainty. The narrator repeatedly reaches for something stable to navigate by, only to discover that even a compass depends upon the perspective of the person holding it.


This song intentionally follows The Compass within the emotional landscape of Werekh. The Compass asks where to find direction. Two Rights, Two Wrongs asks whether our own internal compass can always be trusted, and what happens when another person's compass points somewhere entirely different.


The repeated refrain, "Once... twice... thrice... am I right?" slowly transforms throughout the song. It begins as a simple question but gradually becomes an existential plea. The narrator is no longer asking whether they won an argument. They're asking whether they can still trust their own perception of reality.


The references to the Mingun Bell, the Ouroboros, and the lighthouse reinforce themes of repetition, renewal, and the hope of eventually finding solid ground after being lost at sea. The recurring tides symbolize conflict that continually returns despite every attempt to move beyond it, while the image of swimming upstream reflects the exhausting effort to preserve one's identity in the face of repeated misunderstanding.


Perhaps the most important lyric arrives near the end:


"The inverted images in my retinas are impartial... They captured real-time experience... They capture my... reality."


This isn't a declaration of objective truth. It is an acknowledgment that our senses faithfully record our own lived experience, even if another person's experience is equally real to them. The song intentionally leaves the listener sitting inside that tension without providing an easy resolution.


The closing spoken words, "Amidst this life we live... there's no wrong... it just... is..." are not meant to suggest that harmful actions don't exist. Rather, they express a moment of humility. Sometimes conflict arises not because one person is evil and the other virtuous, but because two human beings genuinely struggle to bridge the distance between their separate realities.


Musically, Two Rights, Two Wrongs embraces the warm, introspective atmosphere of early 1990s East Coast conscious hip-hop while allowing spoken-word poetry and understated soul phrasing to carry the emotion. Rather than presenting anger or accusation, the performance remains intimate and vulnerable, inviting the listener into an internal dialogue rather than a confrontation.


At its heart, Two Rights, Two Wrongs is about the painful space between perception and understanding. It asks whether healing begins not by proving someone wrong, but by recognizing that another person's reality may be as sincerely lived as our own.


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one plus one is three

All my life

I've been a fixer

I live by what’s logical

And makes sense

Addition

Mathematics

Second nature

Unconscious

My ways were mine

To analyze

And predict what’s real

Exist within the circumference

Safe

No need to feel

Not emotionless

Just not expressive

All the same

Progress required years

Of untangling

Thoughts

And twisted ways


I’m not sure when it happened

In my mind I

Heard this click

Click

A new thought

New thought

New equation

Not theory

But way to live

Live


Cause I had to learn that

One

One

Plus

One

One

Is

Three

Three-ee-ee

My reflection

Always

Points back to me

Back to me

Because

One

Plus

One

Is

Three

Learn to replace the certain

With irrationality

Now that

One

Plus

One

Is

Three

Three-ee-ee

The only way to see

The only way for a

We

We-ee-ee


I tried to fight it

Thousands of years

Proven facts

Every expert convinced

They knew how to act

Advice received

They flowed in

From dusk till dawn

Yet with every calculation

The sum was wrong

So wrong


I’m not sure when it happened

In my mind I

Heard this click

Click

A new thought

New thought

New equation

Not theory

But way to live

Live


Cause I had to learn that

One

Plus

One

Is

Three

Three-ee-ee

My reflection

Always

Points back to me

Back to me

Because

One

Plus

One

Is

Three

Learn to replace the certain

With irrationality

Now that

One

Plus

One

Is

Three

The only way to see

The only way for a

We

We-ee-ee


I tried again

Was stubborn

Had to make sense

My job to understand

Determined

To climb that fence

While reaching over

I paused

Had to look down

Realized how high

I built the walls

Up

Built them walls

I was trapped

Trapped

Can’t get down

Can’t get down


Cause I had to learn that

One

Plus

One

Is

Three

Three-ee-ee

My reflection

Always

Points back to me

Because

One

Plus

One

Is

Three

Learn to replace the certain

With irrationality

Now that

One

Plus

One

Is

Three


Two people form a third thing

A third thing

But I thought it was


My way or the highway

My way

Inside I felt strong

So strong

Until the math didn’t add up

Told me

Something wrong

Something wrong

I tried

You tried

I tried

You tried

To listen

To learn how to see

How to see

Till I looked into the mirror

And saw

One

One

Three

Three-ee-ee

The solution

Stared

Back

At

Me

Me

That’s why


Cause I had to learn that

One

Plus

One

Is

Three

Three-ee-ee

This reflection

This theorem

Points back to me

Back to me

Had to learn that

One

Plus

One

Is

Three

Still trying to replace the certain

Still trying

With irrationality

Sometimes this quotient

Makes no sense to me

No sense to me

Refuting supposed experts

Is

New

Territory

New territory

I still don’t feel I’m perfect

Not close

My truth

Incomplete

Incomplete


That’s when it happened

In my mind I

Heard this click

Click

Scared of heights

So high

And falling

Chose to live

Live


That’s why I’m try’na learn that

Still learning

One

Plus

One

Is

Three

Three-ee-ee

My reflection

Always

Points back to me

Back to me

Because

One

Plus

One

Is

Three

Learn to replace the certain

With irrationality

Now that

One

Plus

One

Is

Three

Three-ee-ee

The only way to see

The only way for a

We

We-ee-ee


So with it I’m gonna go

Gonna go

Progress inside

Inside

I hope it shows

Let it show

Make small adjustments

Little by little

Till it flows

Let it flow

They may not see

Or ever know

The seed is planted

Planted

Gonna give it some water

Chance to grow

Grow-oh-oh

Now that

One

Plus

One

Is

Three

Three-ee-ee

The only way to see

The only way for a

We

We-ee-ee

Sincerity

Brings clarity

And when you fail

Fail up

I still don't have this thing figured out

Not even close

But I can tell you

Sometimes the math don’t add up

Watchillie


“1 + 1 = 3” began with a contradiction.


For someone who has spent a lifetime relying on logic, structure, analysis, and predictable outcomes, relationships can feel like impossible mathematics. Two people enter the same situation with their own histories, perceptions, fears, intentions, and emotional realities, yet the result rarely behaves like a simple equation.


The song explores the moment that contradiction stops looking like an error and begins to reveal a deeper truth.


One person plus another person does not create only two separate individuals. It also creates a third thing: the relationship itself. That shared space develops its own patterns, pressures, memories, wounds, and possibilities. It becomes an emergent system that cannot always be understood by examining either person alone.


The verses follow the resistance to that idea. The narrator approaches human connection as a problem to solve, trusting proven facts, expert advice, and repeated calculations. But every answer continues to produce the wrong sum. The more certainty he builds around himself, the more those protections become walls.


The recurring equation becomes both a kernel panic and a revelation:


One.


Plus one.


Is three.


The reflection at the center of the song is not about accepting blame for everything. It is about recognizing the only variable a person can directly examine and change: themselves. The mirror does not provide a complete solution, but it creates an opening for humility, sincerity, and a different way of seeing.


Musically, the slow rolling pulse gives the song a circular feeling, as though the narrator is moving repeatedly around the same equation before finally seeing it from another angle. The intimate verses remain analytical and restrained, while the stacked harmonies gradually expand around “three” and “we,” allowing the relationship itself to become audible as another presence in the room.


The bridge strips the arrangement back as certainty begins to collapse. Separate background voices answer the lead, and the isolated sequence of “one, one, three” transforms an impossible calculation into an emotional realization.


Like much of WEREKH, the song does not claim that healing is complete. The narrator is still learning, still adjusting, and still confronting moments when the math refuses to add up.


The final answer is not perfection.


It is willingness.


Small adjustments.


Water for the seed.


A chance to grow.


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sometimes

Sometimes

I hear your words

Make attempts to change

To start fresh each day

Yet I hear echoes of shoulds

You say I don't pay attention

So I try to listen

And stay on course

Taking steps to be intentional

So I

Follow the line

And neva veer off course

Cause


Across the room

I feel your heartbeat

I hear your needs

I hear your heart

Bandage up the hurts you bleed

Try'in to patch the wound

Of this love that's lost


Sometimes

I can't seem to see

Is it you

Or is it me

Sometimes

I don't seem to get you

Feel I'm blind

Not hearing

What you need

Sometimes

I'm lost with out you

In this dark

I just can't see

Sometimes

I just can't function

Without a solution

To transform

Two into three

Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes


Each day

I keep fallin down

Face-first off

This big old horse

Tomorrow

Gonna try it

One-more-'gain

Till I can grab those reins

Pull up

And

Stay

On

Course

Oh no

Oh no

Here it comes again

A hail-storm of doubt

Regret

Gonna run

Gonna hide

Grab shelter

That peaceful memory

Of where we once laid

Cause


Across the room

I feel your heartbeat

I hear your needs

I hear your heart

Bandage up the hurts you bleed

Try'in to patch the wound

Of this love that's lost


Sometimes

I can't seem to see

Is it you

Or is it me

Sometimes

I don't seem to get you

Feel I'm blind

Not hearing

What you need

Sometimes

I'm lost with out you

In this dark

I just can't see

Sometimes

I just can't function

Without a solution

To transform

Two into three

Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes


I try to do

Sometimes

I try to prove

Sometimes

Not stuck,

I move

Sometimes

Ok to fail

Sometimes

No wind

Still raise these sails

Sometimes

Let go of pride

Sometimes

To be alive

Sometimes


Sometimes

I can't seem to see

Is it you

Or is it me

Sometimes

I don't seem to get you

Feel I'm blind

Not hearing

What you need

Sometimes

I'm lost with out you

In this dark

I just can't see

Sometimes

I just can't function

Without a solution

To transform

Two into three


Sometimes

I don't seem to get you

Sometimes

I don't mean to hurt you

Sometimes

Need a way to see thru

Sometimes

I'm here to change for you

Sometimes

I don't seem to get you

Sometimes

I don't mean to hurt you

Sometimes

Need a way to see thru

Sometimes

I'm here to change for you

Sometimes

Woahhhhh

I'm

Here

Sometimes

I'm

Here

Sometimes

Woahhhhh

I'm

Here

Sometimes

I'm

Here

Woahhhhh


“Sometimes” began in the middle of an ordinary workday.


While watching a technical video about cloud storage, the phrase “Sometimes, I don’t seem to get you” surfaced with its own rhythm, melody, and emotional weight. Within minutes, it became a stream-of-consciousness reflection on misunderstanding, effort, repetition, and the exhausting search for connection.


The song lives inside the space between intention and impact.


Its narrator is trying to listen, trying to change, trying to remain intentional, yet still finds himself caught inside the same cycle. Every new day brings another attempt to start over, followed by the fear that the message has once again been missed. The repeated word “sometimes” becomes both confession and explanation. It acknowledges that failure is real, but not constant, permanent, or intentional.


At the center of the song is the desire to “transform two into three.” The line describes the hope that two people can create something greater than either person alone: a shared understanding, a living connection, a third space where both can exist without disappearing.


Musically, “Sometimes” contrasts emotional uncertainty with an upbeat neo-soul groove. The rhythm keeps moving even when the narrator feels lost. Warm instrumentation and a head-nodding pocket carry lyrics filled with doubt, hurt, and persistence. That tension gives the song its emotional force. It is wounded, but not defeated.


The bridge marks the internal turning point.


“I try to do.”


“I try to prove.”


“Not stuck, I move.”


The call-and-response vocals transform private self-doubt into a communal declaration. Failure is acknowledged. Pride is released. Movement continues even when there is no wind in the sails.


By the outro, the search for a solution gives way to something more fundamental.


“I’m here.”


The final repetition is not a claim of perfection or certainty. It is a statement of presence. After every misunderstanding, every fall, and every attempt to regain the reins, the narrator remains emotionally present and willing to keep trying.


“Sometimes” is about the painful distance that can exist between people who still care deeply. It is also about the fragile hope that listening, humility, and persistence might eventually create a path through the darkness.


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the lighthouse

Time

Keeps on slipping

Thru my fingertips like sand

Always questioning my abilities

To remain

Holding up

These weary hands

I cradle the shadow

Yet it disappears into blue

An echo of where you once stood

Illuminating footprints without shoes


So I try to step closer

Reach out between the rays

Sunlight reflects what once was

The indentation where you once lay


Cause I just want to see

The hazel lights that split the sky

Looked at

Not just through me

Electric

Spirit alive

Time

Aged

Made us grow old

Time

Turned warmth

To cold

Mistakes

The voice that’s loud

Darkness covered

Enclothed

The shroud

But still my hands

Outstretched

Try to reach

To cup and hold

Catch the whisper of last words spoken

Gently caress the shadow


I take deep breaths

Pull in all oxygen

Deep into my chest

Hoping to breathe in words left unspoken

Exhaling toxicity

Bitterness

And unrest

Time feels frozen

As if I view from way up high

Overwatching this interaction

From a throne on dimension five


So I try to step closer

Reach out between the rays

Sunlight reflects what once was

The indentation where you once lay


Cause I just want to see

The hazel lights that split the sky

Looked at

Not just through me

Electric

Spirit alive

Time

Aged

Made us grow old

Time

Turned warmth

To cold

Mistakes

The voice that’s loud

Darkness covered

Enclothed

The shroud

But still my hands

Outstretched

Try to reach

To cup and hold

Catch the whisper of last words spoken

Gently caress the shadow


Hands cupped I’m here to nourish

To support

To quench

Provide

A cure for dehydration

Elixir from the sky

Hands cupped I’m here to nourish

To support

To quench

Provide

To offer lamp oil

To spark

Ignite

Giving this

Light-house

Light

Which is why I gotta


Step closer

Reach out between the rays

Sunlight reflecting what once was

The pillow indentation of your face


Cause I just want to see

Those hazel lights that split the sky

Looked at

Not just through me

Electric

Spirit alive

Time

Aged

Made us grow old

Time

Turned warmth

To cold

Mistakes

The voice that’s loud

Darkness covered

Enclothed

The shroud

But still my hands

Outstretched

Try to reach

To cup and hold

A whisper of last words spoken

Gently caress the shadow

Gonna light the way

Even if you don’t feel like shining

Gonna light the way

For both the light is blinding

Gonna light the way

To guide and help you see thru

Gonna light the way

I’m here right beside you

Gonna light the way

Even if you don’t feel like shining

Gonna light the way

For both the light is blinding

Gonna light the way

To guide and help you see thru

Gonna light the way

I’m here right beside you

Gonna light the waaaaaay

Pause

Gonna light the waaaaaay

Pause

Shiiiiiiine

Gonna light the waaaaaay

Pause

Gonna light the waaaaaay

Pause

Shiiiiiiine

Watchillie


Some songs begin with an idea. Others begin with a melody.


The Lighthouse began with silence.


Lying awake in the darkness with the cat wandering through the room, my thoughts drifted back to the last interaction we shared. What stayed with me wasn't the conversation itself. It was the expression. The heaviness. The absence of the light I once knew so well.


As I sat with those thoughts, images began to surface.


First, cupped hands carrying water. Hands trying to offer nourishment to someone who may no longer be able to receive it.


Then came the lighthouse.


The symbolism unfolded almost on its own. A lighthouse doesn't chase ships through the storm. It doesn't plead for them to turn around. It simply remains where it stands, tending its flame so that anyone searching for direction can find their way home.


That image became the heart of the song.


Throughout the lyrics, time is portrayed as an unrelenting force. It slips through our fingers, changes us, and slowly cools the warmth that once felt effortless. Yet beneath that reality is a quieter question: what remains when time has taken almost everything else?


The answer, for me, was choice.


I can still choose to hold out my hands.


I can still choose to nourish rather than wound.


I can still choose to keep the light burning.


The bridge intentionally shifts from water to lamp oil. Water sustains life. Lamp oil sustains the beacon. Both are acts of care, but one nourishes the body while the other illuminates the path. The lighthouse only fulfills its purpose if someone continues tending its flame.


Part of that imagery was inspired by a story shared by Dr. Conte. A monk was given a lantern so others could see him while walking at night. When another traveler accidentally bumped into him, the monk angrily replied, "Don't you see my lamp?" The traveler quietly answered, "Brother... your lamp burned out several miles back."


That story has stayed with me.


It's a reminder that believing we're bringing light is not the same as actually bringing light. A flame requires attention. Compassion requires intention. We all have moments when we assume we're illuminating the path while our own lamp has quietly gone dark.


The repeated refrain, "Gonna light the way," became less of a declaration and more of a promise. Not a promise to rescue someone, and not a promise that everything will be restored, but a commitment to continue choosing kindness, guidance, and hope regardless of whether those gifts are accepted.


The song closes with spacious harmonies that slowly fade into silence. I wanted those voices to feel less like a performance and more like the slow, rhythmic sweep of a lighthouse beam across dark water. The light returns... disappears... returns again... quietly reminding anyone lost in the darkness that they are not navigating alone.


Sometimes healing isn't found by changing another person's course.


Sometimes healing begins by making sure our own light never goes out.


Watchillie.


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Unseen hero

Livin’ on the west side
North side
South side
East side
Growin’
Learnin’
Travelin’
Workin’
Tryna live life
Therapy
Introspection
Crushed perfection
Pain
Strife
Just tryna be
Allllllriiiiighhhht

More month than money
More job than work
Kids
Bills
Clock spin

Irs still diggin’
For the last speck of dirt

Found relief
At the bottom of a bottle
Temporary peace
Brief relief

Grief caused pain
Tryna maintain
Still I gotta keep glidin’


Glidin’ down that rail
Ain’t no reachin’ the bottom

Gotta keep wind in the sails
Gotta keep on glidin’

Push straight through
Unseen hero
Who wears the crown


New age roles get blurred
Ain’t about gender
It’s respect

Decades survivin’
Idiocracy
Bureaucracy

Mental state madness
Honestly—
How could it not be

Stress
Crick in my neck

Insurance
Medical
Vacation
Sabbatical

Sirens wail—
Feel the heat
Rising

Containment methodology
Truth is
I gotta jump now

Cause I gotta keep glidin’


Glidin’ down that rail
Ain’t no reachin’ the bottom

Gotta keep wind in the sails
Gotta keep on glidin’

Push straight through
Unseen hero
Who wears the crown


The vacuum don’t hear the cry

No room to break
No room to hide

No validation
No fear
No greed

Still
I bleed

Success the only option
No try

Cause I feel the heat
Rising

Gotta keep movin’
Keep on slidin’

Push past pain
Wear that mask
Keep it goin’

Allllllriiiiighhhht


Cause I gotta keep glidin’

Glidin’ down that rail
Ain’t no reachin’ the bottom

Gotta keep wind in the sails
Gotta keep on glidin’

Push straight through
Unseen hero
Who wears the crown



No matter who you are
No matter what you do

If you hold that role
Respect to you

Hold it down
Keep it tight
You the glue

Invisible
Nah

We see you



Watchillie

Unseen Hero was written as a tribute to individuals whose contributions often go unnoticed.

These may be caregivers, parents, mentors, workers, friends, or anyone whose efforts improve the lives of others without receiving recognition.

The song challenges conventional definitions of heroism.

Rather than focusing on fame or extraordinary achievement, it celebrates consistency, sacrifice, compassion, and responsibility.

Its central message is that some of the most important heroes never appear in history books.

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