Sour Apple (en)

[Teenage male voice]

[intro – whisper, distant]
Time drips slowly like acid rain,
I’m standing still — don’t ask me why again.

[verse 1 – cold, steady]
I float with time while I don’t move at all,
sticky boredom crawling through my soul.
My heart drifts off, it’s losing shape,
I don’t see it — and I don’t wanna know my fate.

I don’t take steps, I let it drag me through,
between one second and an empty “true.”
The world beside me is unfamiliar noise,
I’m just myself — my only crowd, my voice.

[pre-chorus – rising]
Am I asleep or wide awake?
Don’t ask me now — my words would break.
Sadness hurts, so I mute the sound,
I feel nothing — that’s safer now.

[chorus – dark choir]
I’m sour apple, bitter taste,
one bite deep — the scar will stay.
If I move, I rot the air,
if I change at all — I turn to shade.
I’m sour apple, rotten core,
every touch becomes a scar.
If I’m someone else today,
it’s all or nothing — no in-between.

[verse 2 – restrained anger]
They hand me words, I grind them down,
my heart suspended, thoughts like smoke around.
If I move — it’s not for gold,
it’s to break the order I was told.

Does wasted time still build a future frame?
I’m standing where I shouldn’t be — no shame.
You wanna label me? Don’t search for art,
just say it straight: “toxic,” “poison,” “dark.”

[pre-chorus – echo]
Does it hurt? Is this regret?
I don’t even know who I am yet.
Every step’s a debt too steep,
I don’t know people — I just know the freeze.

[chorus – full choir]
I’m sour apple, bitter taste,
one bite deep — the scar will stay.
If I move, I rot the air,
if I change at all — I turn to shade.
I’m sour apple, rotten core,
every touch becomes a scar.
If I’m someone else today,
it’s all or nothing — no in-between.

[instrumental – drums]

[bridge – breakdown, whisper → scream]
I’m right here, in this moment, in this dream,
if I’m supposed to change — then show me where to be.
If I’m supposed to change — then show me how,
all I know is venom and the fear I found.

Movement means destruction, movement means I fall,
every bridge I light up, every wall.
If I cry — will something break inside?
Will my heart turn white in the night?

[final chorus – CLIMAX rising + choir]
I’m sour apple — I admit it now,
I poison you and myself somehow.
If I change — I won’t do half,
either blackened skies or aftermath.
I’m sour apple, say it straight,
I rot you too — I know my weight.
I’m not a beast — not yet, not me,
it was fear that taught me how to bite my teeth.

[outro – distant, fading]
I don’t know you, I don’t know me,
maybe someday — just not today.

male, Dark Ambient, industrial, Psychedelic Dark Rock, Dark Drum and Bass,  Neurofunk, toxic, emo, Cinematic Darkwave