Traced Lines

(Intro)

(Clean plucked electric guitar loop enters with a deep, sliding Reese bass)

(Vocal dry and up close, right in the center)

You traced the lines...Yeah, you did.

Thought it was a map to your heart.

Turns out you were just marking your target.

(Verse 1)

(Sparse, heavy 808s enter with an organic snap sample on every second beat)

Fingerprints left on my skin, an indelible mark

You knew my weak spots, you played them right from the start

Mapping out paths that you never intended to walk

Telling me secrets while counting the hours on the clock

I was your canvas, you drew what you wanted to see

Then walked away from the masterpiece made out of me.

(Pre-Chorus)

(Reese bass tightens into a pulsing digital sub, warm atmospheric pads swell in the background)

You had your hands on my future, a beautiful design

A steady rhythm we held till you stepped out of line

Now the ink is bleeding, the sketches are starting to tear

I’m looking closely at patterns that used to be there.

(Build-Up)

(Quick triplet hi-hat rolls start, a low-pass filter on the guitar loop slowly opens up)

You traced the lines...Said I was the one...

Now the picture is clear.

Yeah.

(DROP)

(Sharp, punchy trap kick and a heavy, sliding 808 bass explode with bright, metallic rim shots)

Traced the lines!

(Chopped vocal stutter) T-T-Traced

Look what you did!

(Deep 808 sub-bass slide)

Left me behind!

(Glitchy synth fill) Just a ghost of a kid.

(Verse 2)

(High-energy trap rhythm continues, fast double-time hi-hats, confident vocal delivery)

Now I’m retracing the steps that you took to the door

Finding the pieces you left when you shattered the floor

You wanted control but you call it a twist of fate

By the time I decoded the map it was already too late

No navigation can fix what you broke in the dark

You left your signature right where you tore out the spark.

(Bridge)

(All percussion cuts out, leaving only the guitar loop soaked in a massive hallway reverb)

Lines on my palm...

Lines that you crossed...

Counting the gains...

Measuring the cost.

(Heavy snare roll starts building rapidly)

You crossed the line.

(Final Chorus)

(Maximum energy, trap drums layer with a heavy, distorted mid-bass growl)

You traced the lines!

(Vocal chop) Look what you did!

Said I was the one!

Now the picture is clear

And the damage is done.

Just a ghost in the dark

Of a beautiful design

Yeah, you traced the lines.

(Outro)

(Drums fade out, guitar loop slows down and distorts, leaving a low, steady sub-bass hum)

Traced the lines...(Beautiful design...)

Now the ink is dry.

(Echoes out into silence)