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Empty Plate
Rock
Empty Plate was released on January 1, 2026 by The J as a part of the album Starvation Menu
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2026
LabelThe J
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM59

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay B Stegner
Jay B Stegner
Other Instrument
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay B Stegner
Jay B Stegner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay B Stegner
Jay B Stegner
Producer

Lyrics

The kitchen is roaring, the orders fly out
I manage the whisper, I manage the shout
But when the rush is over and the lights go low
I retreat to the corner that nobody knows
I set a place at the table of one
I wait for the nourishment that never comes
I'm the man in charge, I'm the man of steel
But I've forgotten how it feels to feel
I'm scraping the porcelain, making a sound
Begging for a morsel that can't be found
I've got a phantom limb, I've got a ghost pain
I can feel a hand inside the rain
It's brushing my neck, it's pulling me down
It's the only warmth in this frozen town
My body remembers what my life forgot
Burning alive in a cold, cold spot
Staring at the Empty Plate
I don't want to lead, I don't want to drive
I just want a touch that proves I'm alive
I want to be the dish, I want to be the meal
I want to know that the hunger is real
Peel off the armor, peel off the suit
Dig down deep to the buried root
I want to be handled, I want to be held
I want the resistance to finally weld
To be the object, not the source
Surrendering to a different force
I'm scraping the porcelain, making a sound
Begging for a morsel that can't be found
I've got a phantom limb, I've got a ghost pain
I can feel a hand inside the rain
It's brushing my neck, it's pulling me down
It's the only warmth in this frozen town
My body remembers what my life forgot
Burning alive in a cold, cold spot
Staring at the Empty Plate
Touch starvation is a silent riot
The loudest scream is the one that's quiet
I'm a sensory tank in a void of black
Begging for a hand on the small of my back
Just one crumb, crumb
Why won't it come
I can feel it
Almost
The ghost of the meal
Almost
Just a phantom
Just a ghost
Written by: Jay B Stegner
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