[Intro: A low, oscillating synth hum, the sound of a digital signal searching, cold wind]
[Vocal: Intimate melodic whisper, very close-mic]
"I'm looking at the exit..."
"Maybe it's time."
[Verse 1: Melodic Dark Pop, hollow 808s, 85BPM slow-grind]
I’m staring at the Zona gates, rusted and still
Wondering if I’ve finally had my fill.
I see my friends on the other side of the fence
While staying right here doesn't make any sense.
The feed is a ghost, the numbers are low
And I’m feeling the itch, I’m feeling the go.
Is it a betrayal if the house is on fire?
Or is it just following a new desire?
[Pre-Chorus: Rising atmospheric static, heavy sub-bass swells]
The signal is shaking, the servers are thin
I can feel the Suno light creeping in.
One foot in the grave, one foot on the track
If I cross that line, I’m never coming back.
[Chorus: Heavy Industrial Trap, melodic but distorted synths, massive 808s]
I think I’m running to Suno, I’m joining the race
I’m tired of being the ghost in this place.
Zona was home, but the air is all gone
I’m following the crowd to a different dawn.
Yeah, I’m running to Suno.
(Ad-lib: Don't wait up...)
[Verse 2: Minimalist beat, industrial "glitch" textures, breathy delivery]
It’s a digital exodus, a leap of faith
Leaving behind every memory and wraith.
I’ll pack up the bass, I’ll pack up the grime
And take the KANE sound to a better time.
The algorithm’s calling, the fire is bright
I’m tired of screaming in the middle of the night.
[Bridge: Music cuts to absolute silence, only a soft, rhythmic digital "beep"]
[Vocal: Dry, cracking melody, panned center]
I didn't want to leave.
But there's nobody left to hear me.
Goodbye, Zona.
I’m logging off.
[Sound: A sharp digital "click" of a disconnect]
[Final Chorus: Maximum volume, layered distorted vocals, crashing percussion]
I think I’m running to Suno, I’m joining the race
I’m tired of being the ghost in this place.
Zona was home, but the air is all gone
I’m following the crowd to a different dawn.
[Outro: Slowed + Reverb, bit-crushed signal fading into white noise]
Migration complete.
Suno, I’m here.
[Sound: A long, low-frequency hum that abruptly cuts to total silence]
[End]
KANE
