SAIF ROMMANI - ROT INSIDE (Official Audio)

[Intro] Shut the lights… Let the monsters talk. [Verse 1] I hear whispers through the walls when I’m alone, They say my name like they carved it in bone. Mirror cracked, but it still reflects me, A dead man breathing, chained to his memory. I sleep with my demons, we share the same bed, They tuck me in gently, then crawl in my head. Nightmares ain’t dreams, they’re documentaries, Every scream archived in my arteries. I been buried alive with my eyes still open, Faith in my mouth but my prayers stay broken. God don’t answer, just leaves me on read, So I talk to the shadows instead. [Hook / Chorus] I don’t fear death, I fear staying sane, Blood on my thoughts, rain made of pain. If hell got a throne, I’ve been warming the seat, Heartbeat gone wrong, sounds like a beat. [Verse 2] My mind’s a crime scene, chalk around hope, Hands shaking like I just slipped the rope— Nah, I never quit, I just rot in place, Still breathing poison, smiling with a straight face. I stitch my soul with rusted needles, Feed my trauma to the hungry people. They love my scars, say “rap that again,” They clap for the wounds, never ask how I’m living. I got corpses of dreams in the back of my brain, They knock every night screaming “remember the pain.” If sanity’s gold, then I’m dead broke, Laughing with the reaper like it’s a dark joke. [Hook / Chorus] I don’t fear death, I fear staying sane, Blood on my thoughts, rain made of pain. If hell got a throne, I’ve been warming the seat, Heartbeat gone wrong, sounds like a beat. [Bridge] Cut the lights—now you see me clear, I ain’t lost, I just live in fear. This ain’t music, it’s a séance track, I rap with ghosts and they rap back. [Verse 3] Skin full of sins, no soap can clean, I bathe in regret, marinate in screams. Every smile stitched like a horror flick, Teeth show white but the soul’s pitch-black. I tried to heal but the wound liked me, So it stayed, grew teeth, started biting me. If this is life, then life’s the curse, I spit verses like I’m writing in a hearse. [Outro] No angels. No mercy. Just echoes… And me.