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In the shadows of their pride, they act out their very fears.
Building walls with empty words, deaf to what I hear.
I walked away in silence, while you try to exercise my ghost.
Wishing for my haunting, but I’ll never be that close.
In the echoes of my silence, you won't find the strength to stand?
You've played the victim’s song for too long, now I’m deaf to your empty plea.
No more chances, no more wrongs, you’ve lost your hold on me.
In paranormal absence, I know your verdict and disease.
No spirit with in the wicked, narcissistic insanity.
Chained by your own shadows, I've learned to thrive alone.
The echoes of your lies, now fuels the strength I own.
You can call me in your séance, but I won't hear your need or spell.
You may reach into the ether, my spirit won't be reached, I'm furthest from your hell.
In the echoes of my silence, you won't find the strength to stand?
You've played the victim’s song for too long, now I’m deaf to your empty plea.
No more chances, no more wrongs, you’ve lost your hold on me.
In paranormal absence, I know your verdict and disease.
No spirit with in the wicked, narcissistic insanity.
All the tears and all the scars have drained the well from deep inside.
I've given all I had to give, now emptiness is your guide.
Some day you'll reach your mortal end, hopeful for a sign.
My soul won't be tethered to you or to how you're defined.
In the echoes of my silence, you won't find the strength to stand?
You've played the victim’s song for too long, now I’m deaf to your empty plea.
No more chances, no more wrongs, you’ve lost your hold on me.
In paranormal absence, I know your verdict and disease.
No spirit with in the wicked, narcissistic insanity.
Your toxic tears brought swelling waters, but I’ve learned to ride the waves.
No longer drowning in the sorrow of the trust that you betrayed.
When I'm gone and gone forever, you can call upon the board.
But my words you'll wish to read, will never become restored.
In the echoes of my silence, you won't find the strength to stand?
You've played the victim’s song for too long, now I’m deaf to your empty plea.
No more chances, no more wrongs, you’ve lost your hold on me.
In paranormal absence, I know your verdict and disease.
No spirit with in the wicked, narcissistic insanity.
In silence, may only your echoes of anguish remain.
You pushed me too hard and left yourself with
the pain.
I hope you cry to the clouds and that lightning never strikes.
And even in your storms, your words have lost their pleas and plight.
I pray your self-victimized persona brings you to the deep end of the pool.
So you'll learn that in those waters, you were the one who shaped this fool.
Better get used to the reflection because it's the only thing you'll see.
Cause when you're left with just the mirror, you'll find you're no company.
Every cut or scrape you have, no bandage you'll get from me.
No vacancy for pity parties filled with loathful sympathy.
In the echoes of my silence, you won't find the strength to stand?
You've played the victim’s song for too long, now I’m deaf to your empty plea.
No more chances, no more wrongs, you’ve lost your hold on me.
In paranormal absence, I know your verdict and disease.
No spirit with in the wicked, narcissistic insanity.
Your toxic tears brought swelling waters, but I’ve learned to ride the waves.
No longer drowning in the sorrow of the trust that you betrayed.
When I'm gone and gone forever, you can call upon the board.
But my words you'll wish to read, will never become restored.
In the echoes of my silence, you won't find the strength to stand?
You've played the victim’s song for too long, now I’m deaf to your empty plea.
No more chances, no more wrongs, you’ve lost your hold on me.
In paranormal absence, I know your verdict and disease.
No spirit with in the wicked, narcissistic insanity.
Your toxic tears brought swelling waters, but I’ve learned to ride the waves.
No longer drowning in the sorrow of the trust that you betrayed.
When I'm gone and gone forever, you can call upon the board.
But my words you'll wish to read, will never become restored.
In the echoes of my silence, you won't find the strength to stand?
You've played the victim’s song for too long, now I’m deaf to your empty plea.
No more chances, no more wrongs, you’ve lost your hold on me.
In paranormal absence, I know your verdict and disease.
No spirit with in the wicked, narcissistic insanity.
Details
GeneratedJul 19, 2025
Duration7:38
Style
metal, hard rock, industrial metal, electro-industrial, gothic piano, electro, rock, pop rock, pop, male
Credits
Prompt by
QuantumNote963
QuantumNote963ModelAria v4
