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Please like, subscribe and share if you like :) Act IV Part 2 of - Revelation - Dark Messenger Concept Album White Walls, Quiet Hands is what remains after the noise is gone. Under fluorescent lights and steady medication, Eric sits among white walls where meaning no longer reaches him, trying to understand what was real and what was never there. In the quiet aftermath — a mother’s grief, a ruined innocence, a life paused — the silence speaks softly, leaving only the ache of a truth that once felt undeniable. "Dark Messenger" album unfolds as a slow psychological descent, told through fragments, symbols, and an unseen presence that grows louder with each track. What begins as doubt becomes conviction, and what feels like insight gradually reshapes reality itself. The truth of the journey is never announced - only revealed through what’s lost along the way. Lyrics: White walls, quiet hands A plastic cup, a wristband They ask me if I know the date I guess and hope it’s close enough My thoughts feel padded now Like they wrapped them up for safety Everything moves slower here Including me They say the noise was in my head But it felt like something said White walls, quiet hands They hold me like I might break No doors left to walk through No messages to take They speak my name like it’s still mine Like I didn’t give it away White walls, quiet hands And a truth I can’t escape They won’t say it out loud But I see it in their eyes The empty chair, the locked-down hall The way the questions died I try to picture what they mean When they say “It wasn’t you” But every memory comes back Split clean in two They call it illness, call it pain Call it chemistry and strain White walls, quiet hands They say it has a name Schizophrenia Like that explains Why I believed the things I did Why I thought I had to act White walls, quiet hands No way to take it back My mother cries in borrowed chairs Her hands twist like silent prayers She says she should have seen the signs Should have saved her son in time I want to tell her it wasn’t her That I was lost before she knew But the words don’t come out right They never do White walls, quiet hands They call me Eric again Not a messenger Just a patient They say the voice is fading now That I’m finally safe But sometimes late at night I swear I still feel its shape They say it wasn’t real… …but it felt like truth. #darkmusic #conceptalbum #darkstorytelling #slowburn #darkcinematicmusic #darkambientrock #psychologicalrock #atmosphericmusic #atmosphericrock