Ian Piña | Signal

Clock hits three, and another day is done Walk outside feeling the bright sun Living room llight flickers, window hums Chasing that rhythm when the world feels numb Stacked ideas in the cloud like digital graves You keep on rolling through the waves Every beat, every frame, every late-night game Nobody’s really clapping, but you will continue anyway Hopeful this silence breaks through one day Out of the shadows into a million eyes From nothing but silence, a song arrives The world sings back as they know your name Does it really matter and what is fame Pieces of melodies, hooks that won’t quit Building a kingdom that doesn't really fit Scrolling through comments that never arrive Although the creative hunger keeps you alive It’s not for the likes, most certainly not for the pay It’s the hope that something happens someday Every chord, every reel, every long rough take It's a step on the road that you’re bound to make Though the views stayed blind, you still believed And the dream you carried starts to breathe Out of the shadows into a million eyes From nothing but silence, a song arrives The world sings back as they know your name Does it really matter and what is fame Now they share, now they hear Is it a dream among the fear You remember in the quiet nights, When the dark carried its borrowed light One day it breaks, one day it flies Out of the basement into the sky All for this fire you can’t deny On the day it breaks… Written by: Ian Piña From the EP The Hangings Copyright © 2026 ianpina