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[Verse 1][(Slow, atmospheric, minimal instrumentation)]
Sip the night. Let it settle.
Ash on your thumb, same grit as mine.
You talk like thunder, heavy metal—
But you’re just rain
In a borrowed spine.
Silk on the skin, a thin disguise,
Gold on the neck, but the grave in your eyes.
Saints and secrets, all the same,
Laid in the mud
Where we lose the name.
[Pre-Chorus][(Introduction of a low, rhythmic pulse)]
You’re a skyline, rising high. (mm)
Chest out, chasing the sky.
But under the beat, under the vest—
I hear the thrum of my own unrest.
[Chorus] (The "Thump": Heavy, driving rhythm, percussive delivery)
Same dirt. Same breath.
Same fall. Same flesh.
Dress it in diamonds, keep it obsessed,
You still crumble when the weight is pressed.
Same dust. Same dusk.
Same first. Same last step.
Run from the root, run till you’re spent,
You’ll return on the same exhale yet.
[Verse 2]
[(Rhythm continues, but the melody gets "swampy" and bluesy)]
Lean on me. Keep the silence.
I taste the ages buried in your ghost.
Fossils of fathers, ancient violence,
Turn into heat
When I hold you close.
Hands like a storm, holy and crude,
But your pulse speaks the simple truth:
Every king, every hollow proof,
Turns into salt
On a stranger’s roof.
[Bridge]
[(The Breakdown: Tempo slows, then builds into a rhythmic chant)]
So come down.
Sink low.
Let the halo
Hit the floor.
(Come closer.)
When we’re done,
The lights go.
Back to the ground
We begged for more.
Same ash. Same tongue.
Same silence when the bell is rung.
[] [(Slow, atmospheric, minimal instrumentation)]
Sip the night. Let it settle.
Ash on your thumb, same grit as mine.
You talk like thunder, heavy metal—
But you’re just rain
In a borrowed spine.
Silk on the skin, a thin disguise,
Gold on the neck, but the grave in your eyes.
Saints and secrets, all the same,
Laid in the mud
Where we lose the name.
[Pre-Chorus][(Introduction of a low, rhythmic pulse)]
You’re a skyline, rising high. (mm)
Chest out, chasing the sky.
But under the beat, under the vest—
I hear the thrum of my own unrest.
[Chorus] [(The "Thump": Heavy, driving rhythm, percussive delivery)]
Same dirt. Same breath.
Same fall. Same flesh.
Dress it in diamonds, keep it obsessed,
You still crumble when the weight is pressed.
Same dust. Same dusk.
Same first. Same last step.
Run from the root, run till you’re spent,
You’ll return on the same exhale yet.
[Verse 2]
[(Rhythm continues, but the melody gets "swampy" and bluesy)]
Lean on me. Keep the silence.
I taste the ages buried in your ghost.
Fossils of fathers, ancient violence,
Turn into heat
When I hold you close.
Hands like a storm, holy and crude,
But your pulse speaks the simple truth:
Every king, every hollow proof,
Turns into salt
On a stranger’s roof.
[Bridge]
[(The Breakdown: Tempo slows, then builds into a rhythmic chant)]
So come down.
Sink low.
Let the halo
Hit the floor.
(Come closer.)
When we’re done,
The lights go.
Back to the ground
We begged for more.
Same ash. Same tongue.
Same silence

High energy gangster rap