Ghost In The Basement

Intro

They never left.

Not really.

They hum in the floorboards.

They tap in the static.

They riff in the silence.

Ghosts.

Not to haunt.

But to remind.

Verse

I hear them in the amp hiss, low and clear,

Riffs that faded but never disappeared.

Names carved in the feedback crack,

Beats that echo and never come back.

They don’t scream, they don’t cry —

They just hum. And I reply.

Chorus

Ghosts in the basement, still alive!

They are the pulse that helps me thrive.

No grave, no shrine, no sleep —

Just sacred noise that runs deep.

Bridge

Raise the mic, let it hum!

We are the ones who never run!

Echo loud, echo true —

The ghosts still riff with you!

Outro

So if you feel a chill in the beat,

A name that walks on your street —

It’s them.

Still riffing.

Still near.