NORTH OF SILENCE

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Single · Out now · Sep 2026

The Version They Followed

Alex N.O.S

I learned what worked online: short jokes, fast cuts, a face people remembered. The audience grew to twenty-five thousand, and a television crew came into my living room. For a while it looked like proof that I had finally become visible.

The better it worked, the less of me was left in it. When I tried to say something real, people laughed, because once you become the joke, some forget there is a person underneath. Nothing was failing, and that was the problem.

So I deleted the account. The room stayed empty, and I stayed. For the first time in a long time, I could hear my own voice.

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IntroThe numbers kept climbing.
Comments.
Likes.
Another camera in the room.
Everyone seemed to know me.
I was starting not to.

Verse 1I learned what worked.
Short jokes.
Fast cuts.
A face people remembered.
Say something sharp.
Make them laugh.
Give them something they can share.
The audience grew.
Twenty-five thousand names behind a screen.
Then a television crew came into my living room.
For a while it looked like proof.
Like I had finally become visible.

Pre-ChorusThe strange part was
The better it worked
The less of me was left in it.

ChorusThey followed the version
I was trying to leave behind.
The loud one.
The easy one.
The one who fit inside a minute.
They knew the joke before I made it.
They knew the face I was supposed to wear.
And every number went up
While I disappeared behind it.

Verse 2Then I tried to say something real.
Something heavier.
No punchline.
No performance.
And people laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because once you become the joke
Some people forget there is a person underneath it.
I looked at the account I had built
And saw a room full of people
Waiting for someone
I didn’t want to be anymore.

BridgeNothing was failing.
That was the problem.
The machine worked.
The character worked.
The audience stayed.
Only I was getting harder to find.

Heavy BreakKeep the numbers.
Keep the noise.
Keep the version that performs on command.
I won’t keep feeding
A face I no longer know.

Final ChorusThey followed the version
I was trying to leave behind.
The loud one.
The easy one.
The one who fit inside a minute.
I thought losing the audience
Would feel like losing everything.
Then the screen went quiet.
And for the first time in a long time
I could hear my own voice.

OutroTwenty-five thousand followers.
Then silence.
I deleted the account.
The room stayed empty.
I stayed.

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