[Slow cinematic industrial build with emotional weight.]
[Heavy post-metal guitars enter in waves, not sustained doom chords.]
[Percussion is impactful but spaced, like collapsing structures.]
[Choir becomes emotional texture rather than liturgical presence.]
[Electric violin carries melodic grief rather than sustained decay.]
[Male and female vocals are mostly unified now, overlapping rather than separate.]
[Industrial elements fade in and out like failing systems rather than constant texture.]
[Final section rises emotionally, then strips back—not into silence, but openness.]
...
I don't...
need this anymore.
...
---
[Verse 1: Male voice, almost spoken.]
Every name
falls away.
Every memory
asks less of me.
The hands
that built these walls...
have opened.
---
[Build: Choir slowly enters. Industrial ambience rising.]
Nothing is leaving.
Nothing is arriving.
Only
what always remained.
---
[Drop: Massive half-time guitars. Sub bass. Choir underneath.]
LET IT FALL.
LET IT FALL.
LET IT FALL.
I DON'T HAVE TO CARRY THIS.
LET IT FALL.
---
[Verse 2: Female voice joins.]
The fear
needed someone.
The silence
never did.
The mirror
has gone still.
Nothing asks
to be believed.
---
[Bridge: Electric violin. Choir sustaining. Minimal percussion.]
No more becoming.
No more returning.
No more searching.
...
Only this.
---
[Breakdown: Slowest, heaviest section.]
BURN
WHAT NEVER LIVED.
BURN
WHAT NEVER LIVED.
BURN
WHAT NEVER LIVED.
...
I
REMAIN.
---
[Final Chorus: Male and female together.]
Nothing was taken.
Nothing was lost.
Only the weight
of pretending.
Let it fall.
Let it fall.
---
[Outro: Choir only. Violin fades into silence.]
There is...
nothing...
left...
to protect.
