[Verse] Sunken shoes and a rusty key, Chasing ghosts in the factory sky. Stacked-up dreams on a dusty shelf, One note loud, another's self. [Pre-Chorus] The lights flicker, the pipes hum low— But I’m singing loud, I’m not alone. [Chorus] Hey, hey, we’re a choir in the warehouse, Singing wrong notes with a cheeky grace. One voice for the crowd, one for the roof, We’re the echo in the dusty proof. Hey, hey, we break the rules with a smile, Even the walls can’t hide our style! [Verse] Canned laughter, a cracked-up clock, Tape on the floor and a ghostly rock. A piano half-broken in the back, But the tune still lives—no need to fake it. [Pre-Chorus] The lights flicker, the pipes hum low— But I’m singing loud, I’m not alone. [Chorus] Hey, hey, we’re a choir in the warehouse, Singing wrong notes with a cheeky grace. One voice for the crowd, one for the roof, We’re the echo in the dusty proof. Hey, hey, we break the rules with a smile, Even the walls can’t hide our style! [Bridge] No stage, no crown, just a beat in my chest, We’re the hum in the silence, we’re the breath in the test. If you’re lost in the hall, just lift up your voice— Even a whisper can turn the whole place, YEAH! [Chorus] Hey, hey, we’re a choir in the warehouse, Singing wrong notes with a cheeky grace. One voice for the crowd, one for the roof, We’re the echo in the dusty proof. Hey, hey, we break the rules with a smile, Even the walls can’t hide our style! [Outro] Hey, hey… We’re the echo… Hey… Yeah… (beat fades)