[Verse I – Screamed, unrelenting]
I walk the line where shadows hum,
half-buried in the static.
The air is thick with borrowed dreams,
each pulse — a counterfeit awakening.
The flesh remembers storms
that the mind denies.
We were born from the faultline
where sleep and dying intertwine.
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[Pre-Chorus – growled whisper → screamed]
In the hush between heartbeats,
I hear the echo of something divine —
or maybe just the sound
of nothing left alive.
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[Chorus – Clean, mournful, emotional]
Are we real, or just a fever in the dark?
Ghosts pretending to be human?
If this is life — then let me drown
where the silence sleeps beneath us.
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[Verse II – Screamed, chaotic cadence]
I saw my body from afar,
an echo stitched in motion.
The world bent inward,
time broke like glass beneath the ocean.
We pray for light yet curse the dawn,
digging graves for every thought.
What if the dream outlived the dreamer —
and we’re just what remains forgot?
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[Bridge – Spoken / half-clean whisper → building intensity]
Every breath feels rehearsed,
every tear mechanical.
We built temples out of fear,
and called them “hope”.
(pause, then screamed)
Now watch them burn —
and call it faith.
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[Breakdown – Screamed, devastating, slow tempo]
The pulse collapses — static reigns.
No gods. No names. No chains.
Just the trembling space
between thought and decay.
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[Chorus – Clean, soaring + layered with background screams]
Are we real, or just a fever in the dark?
Ghosts pretending to be human?
If this is life — then let me drown
where the silence sleeps beneath us.
(repeat final line, whispered)
…where the silence sleeps beneath us.
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