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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pulled tight like old denim
Knuckles white on my own name
Every answer feels rehearsed
Every story sounds the same
If I drop this tired armor
Let it rust in the back of my mind
Am I anything but habit
Or a rumor I designed?
[Chorus]
Who am I
When I’m not what I defend?
If I loosen up my grip
Do I vanish
Do I mend?
Let the old air scatter
Through the cracks in my chest
If every word’s a mountain
Does the silence know me best?
[Verse 2]
I’ve been dancing in a corner
To a song nobody hears
Spinnin' circles ‘round the label
I’ve been stitching through the years
If I slip out of this costume
Leave it crumpled on the floor
Will I blur into the background
Or come crashin’ through the door?
[Chorus]
Who am I
When I’m not what I defend?
If I loosen up my grip
Do I vanish
Do I mend?
Let the old air scatter
Through the cracks in my chest
If every word’s a mountain
Does the silence know me best?
[Bridge]
Maybe I’m the space between
The question and the breath
The sway inside the stillness
The life outlasting death (oh)
If I lose what I’ve been holdin’
And step past what I’ve been
Maybe I don’t disappear
Maybe that’s where I begin
[Chorus]
Who am I
When I’m not what I defend?
If I loosen up my grip
Do I vanish
Do I mend?
Let the old air scatter
Through the cracks in my chest
If every word’s a mountain
Let the silence
Say the rest
Details
GeneratedFeb 22, 2026
Duration3:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Moody echoes-trance-blues-disco fusion; steady four-on-the-floor under smoky electric piano and rubbery bassline. Male vocals close and intimate on verses, widening with lush reverb and airy pads on the chorus. Gritty blues guitar licks answer vocal phrases; filtered synth arps and handclaps lift each hook. Arrangement blooms from sparse to euphoric, then drops back to a heartbeat kick and ghostly backing vocals at the end., trance, blues, disco
Credits
Prompt by
FolktronicGod683
FolktronicGod683ModelAria v5
Prompt
tell me who am I when I'm not what I defend? if I loosen up my grip, do I vanish do I mend? let the old air scatter if every word's a mountain does the silence even matter? echoes
trance blues disco
