Upstairs Sanctum

Verse

I lit a candle in the crawlspace gloom,

Traced my name in the dust of the room.

Every footstep downstairs feels like war,

So I nailed my peace to the attic door.

Chorus

This is my upstairs sanctum,

Where the noise can’t find me.

Salted lines and whispered rites,

I sleep in static, dream in spite.

Verse

I hung my coat on a nail of rust,

Built a throne from boxes and trust.

The floorboards creak like a warning bell,

But I’m not coming down — not back to hell.

Chorus

This is my upstairs sanctum,

Where the noise can’t find me.

Salted lines and whispered rites,

I sleep in static, dream in spite.

Bridge

Let them knock, let them call,

I’m not your echo in the hall.

I’m the silence you can’t break,

The hymn you tried to fake.

Chorus

This is my upstairs sanctum,

Where the noise can’t find me.

Salted lines and whispered rites,

I sleep in static, dream in spite.