FALSE ALARM // Raplover × VoidSkull

cinematic emotional rap, Melbourne Bounce, Melodic Trance

[Signature Intro Drop]
[one lonely piano note]
[sharp inhale]
[orchestral boom]

[Male Voice A - close, almost whispered]
You good?

[Male Voice B - dry]
Yeah...
Just tired.

[descending 4-note piano motif / bounce hits]

[Verse 1 - Male Voice A]
I wake up already late to a war that never started,
Heart kicking at the door like the room just caught fire.
Phone lights up — I read danger in a sentence,
Turn a two-word reply into a whole damn trial.

I know the floor is solid, still I brace for the fall,
Know nobody called my name, still I hear it in the hall.
I rehearse conversations that may never exist,
Then apologize tomorrow for the things I never did.

My body keeps pulling fire alarms
in rooms that aren't burning.
My head writes the ending first,
then calls it “being prepared.”
They say, “Just calm down.”
Like I haven't tried that word
a thousand fucking times.

[Pre-Chorus - Call & Response]
[Male Voice B]
What are you running from?

[Male Voice A]
Something that hasn't happened.

[Male Voice B]
What are you scared you'll lose?

[Male Voice A]
Everything I finally have.

[Both]
And that's the part nobody sees—
the safest room
can still feel like an emergency.

[Chorus - Both]
It's a false alarm,
but my chest doesn't know.
No smoke in the room,
still my whole body says go.

I smile and say I'm alright,
while my pulse starts another fight.
If anxiety had a voice,
it would sound like mine at night.

[Drop 1 - Opening Win]
[brass / trance version of descending piano motif]

[Male Voice A chops]
False—
alarm—

[Male Voice B]
Breathe.
Again.

[Verse 2 - Male Voice B / darker cello]
I can turn silence into proof that somebody is leaving,
Turn “we'll talk later” into ten different meanings.
Every good thing grows teeth when I stare at it long enough,
Every open hand becomes a fist when my brain gets loud enough.

I don't need a monster hiding under the bed,
I got a courtroom open twenty-four seven in my head.
I'm the witness and the suspect, prosecution and defense,
Building life-sized disasters out of zero evidence.

[Male Voice A - fast answers]
Check the lock.
Check the phone.
Check the message.
Check the tone.

[Male Voice B]
Check my breathing.
Check the clock.
Tell myself to stop—

[Male Voice A]
Then check again.

[Male Voice B]
That's the joke.
I know the fear is lying
while it's happening.
Knowing isn't the same thing
as escaping it.

[Pre-Chorus 2 - traded lines]
[Male Voice A]
Say what you never say.

[Male Voice B]
I'm scared when nothing's wrong.

[Male Voice A]
Say it without the armor.

[Male Voice B]
I've been “strong” for too damn long.

[Both]
No sirens outside.
No danger in sight.
So why does my mind
keep preparing for disaster
every ordinary night?

[Chorus 2 - Both]
It's a false alarm,
but my chest doesn't know.
No smoke in the room,
still my whole body says go.

I smile and say I'm alright,
while my pulse starts another fight.
If anxiety had a voice,
it would sound like ours tonight.

[Drop 2 - Pressure Win]
[distorted kick pressure / cello and violin answers]

[Male Voice B]
Not weak.

[Male Voice A]
Not calm.

[Both]
Still here
through the false alarm.

[Breakdown - exposed piano / near dry vocals]

[Male Voice A]
Do you ever get tired
of explaining a fear
you know makes no sense?

[Male Voice B]
Yeah.

[Male Voice A]
Do you ever wish
your own mind felt like home?

[Male Voice B]
Every night.

[Male Voice A]
Then stop telling me you're fine.

[long pause]

[Male Voice B]
I don't know how.

[Final Build - piano motif returns / strings rise]

[Male Voice A]
One breath.

[Male Voice B]
Still shaking.

[Male Voice A]
One truth.

[Male Voice B]
No faking.

[Both - rising]
No running.
No hiding.
No pretty little lie
to make everybody comfortable.

[choir enters]

If my hands shake—
let them shake.
If my voice breaks—
let it break.

I'd rather tell the truth
with a trembling mouth
than disappear behind
another perfect “I'm okay.”

[one-beat total silence]

[Male Voice B - completely dry]
I'm not fine.

[Final Mega Win]
[full piano motif / trance lead / choir / strongest bounce]

[Both]
It's a false alarm,
but I'm done running alone.
No smoke in the room—
still I'm learning how to stay home.

When my head says run,
stay with me tonight.
When my chest says danger,
help me name what's real in sight.

[Male Voice A]
False alarm!

[Male Voice B]
I'm still here!

[Both + Choir]
I'M STILL HERE!

[hook fragments]
Breathe—
stay—
one more night—
one more light—

[Both]
If anxiety has a voice,
it doesn't get the final line.

[Outro - lone piano]

[Male Voice A]
You good?

[Male Voice B]
No.

[small breath]

[Male Voice B]
But I'm here.

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[Signature Intro Drop] [one lonely piano note] [sharp inhale] [orchestral boom] [Male Voice A - close, almost whispered] You good? [Male Voice B - dry] Yeah... Just tired. [descending 4-note piano motif / bounce hits] [Verse 1 - Male Voice A] I wake up already late to a war that never started, Heart kicking at the door like the room just caught fire. Phone lights up — I read danger in a sentence, Turn a two-word reply into a whole damn trial. I know the floor is solid, still I brace for the fall, Know nobody called my name, still I hear it in the hall. I rehearse conversations that may never exist, Then apologize tomorrow for the things I never did. My body keeps pulling fire alarms in rooms that aren't burning. My head writes the ending first, then calls it “being prepared.” They say, “Just calm down.” Like I haven't tried that word a thousand fucking times. [Pre-Chorus - Call & Response] [Male Voice B] What are you running from? [Male Voice A] Something that hasn't happened. [Male Voice B] What are you scared you'll lose? [Male Voice A] Everything I finally have. [Both] And that's the part nobody sees— the safest room can still feel like an emergency. [Chorus - Both] It's a false alarm, but my chest doesn't know. No smoke in the room, still my whole body says go. I smile and say I'm alright, while my pulse starts another fight. If anxiety had a voice, it would sound like mine at night. [Drop 1 - Opening Win] [brass / trance version of descending piano motif] [Male Voice A chops] False— alarm— [Male Voice B] Breathe. Again. [Verse 2 - Male Voice B / darker cello] I can turn silence into proof that somebody is leaving, Turn “we'll talk later” into ten different meanings. Every good thing grows teeth when I stare at it long enough, Every open hand becomes a fist when my brain gets loud enough. I don't need a monster hiding under the bed, I got a courtroom open twenty-four seven in my head. I'm the witness and the suspect, prosecution and defense, Building life-sized disasters out of zero evidence. [Male Voice A - fast answers] Check the lock. Check the phone. Check the message. Check the tone. [Male Voice B] Check my breathing. Check the clock. Tell myself to stop— [Male Voice A] Then check again. [Male Voice B] That's the joke. I know the fear is lying while it's happening. Knowing isn't the same thing as escaping it. [Pre-Chorus 2 - traded lines] [Male Voice A] Say what you never say. [Male Voice B] I'm scared when nothing's wrong. [Male Voice A] Say it without the armor. [Male Voice B] I've been “strong” for too damn long. [Both] No sirens outside. No danger in sight. So why does my mind keep preparing for disaster every ordinary night? [Chorus 2 - Both] It's a false alarm, but my chest doesn't know. No smoke in the room, still my whole body says go. I smile and say I'm alright, while my pulse starts another fight. If anxiety had a voice, it would sound like ours tonight. [Drop 2 - Pressure Win] [distorted kick pressure / cello and violin answers] [Male Voice B] Not weak. [Male Voice A] Not calm. [Both] Still here through the false alarm. [Breakdown - exposed piano / near dry vocals] [Male Voice A] Do you ever get tired of explaining a fear you know makes no sense? [Male Voice B] Yeah. [Male Voice A] Do you ever wish your own mind felt like home? [Male Voice B] Every night. [Male Voice A] Then stop telling me you're fine. [long pause] [Male Voice B] I don't know how. [Final Build - piano motif returns / strings rise] [Male Voice A] One breath. [Male Voice B] Still shaking. [Male Voice A] One truth. [Male Voice B] No faking. [Both - rising] No running. No hiding. No pretty little lie to make everybody comfortable. [choir enters] If my hands shake— let them shake. If my voice breaks— let it break. I'd rather tell the truth with a trembling mouth than disappear behind another perfect “I'm okay.” [one-beat total silence] [Male Voice B - completely dry] I'm not fine. [Final Mega Win] [full piano motif / trance lead / choir / strongest bounce] [Both] It's a false alarm, but I'm done running alone. No smoke in the room— still I'm learning how to stay home. When my head says run, stay with me tonight. When my chest says danger, help me name what's real in sight. [Male Voice A] False alarm! [Male Voice B] I'm still here! [Both + Choir] I'M STILL HERE! [hook fragments] Breathe— stay— one more night— one more light— [Both] If anxiety has a voice, it doesn't get the final line. [Outro - lone piano] [Male Voice A] You good? [Male Voice B] No. [small breath] [Male Voice B] But I'm here.

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