Æther

(Intro – spoken, soft and unsettling)
We are the silence that feeds the scream...
The absence that keeps the wound alive.
And in not knowing—
We choose... to survive.
(Verse 1 – winding, hypnotic cadence)
A breath suspended in the lungs of time,
Coiled in sleep, the venom climbs.
Eyes stitched shut with threads of grace,
Blind to the demon wearing our face.
A thousand voices wrapped in fog,
Whispers that dance like a phantom god.
We trace the shape, then look away—
And let the rot decide to stay.
(Pre-Chorus – tension rising)
We thought the wound would close itself…
But silence is a scalpel, too.
(Chorus – explosive and off-kilter)
Æther—
Where the sickness hides its name.
Æther—
Where the watchers feed the flame.
It lives because we leave it be,
It dies when starved of what we see.
Truth is the blade…
But silence is the sheath.
(Verse 2 – heavier, more angular)
A parasite that thrives on light,
Starved in shadow, sharp in sight.
Ignorance—the double edge,
A cradle built into the ledge.
We wear the mask and bless the lie,
Numb to the rot beneath the sky.
Yet in the stillness, truth recedes…
Sometimes the cure is not to bleed.
(Bridge – psychedelic and polyrhythmic)
Breathe it in…
Exhale the name…
Ignore the wound…
And starve the flame.
Not every truth is meant to rise…
Some gods deserve their slow demise.
(Chorus – extended, with vocal layering and echoing phrases)
Æther—
Where the plague learns how to sleep.
Æther—
Where the cut no longer weeps.
See too much, and it becomes—
Feed the beast, and truth succumbs.
Starve the thought.
Kill the need.
Silence it…
And let it bleed.
(Outro – ambient, slow decay into silence)
In the stillness, we become…
Unaware. Unwound. Undone.
Sometimes…
Nothing
Is
Enough.

Tool-inspirend in 6/8 time signature. Prog/deathcore metal style with a little bit of nü metal influence., male