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Lyrics
[Intro]
[whispered vocals]
Empty swings
Rust on chains
Branches counting
All my mistakes
[Verse 1]
Bare trees in the park
Hold their breath around the path
Paper-thin leaves on the ground
Little maps of what we were
You say
"It’s just a season"
Kicking stems into the mud
But every step sinks deeper
Into something we can’t name
[Chorus]
Roots in the infinite dark
We follow
We follow
We fall
Down where the rotting hearts talk
We hollow
We hollow
We crawl
Under the leaves
Under the leaves
Under the leaves
We disappear
[Verse 2]
Bench carved with old initials
Half-erased by rain and time
Birdsong done for the evening
Just the hum of distant roads
Your shadow climbs the trunks
Then slips off into the soil
You laugh but your eyes are empty
Like you’ve already gone ahead
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Count to three
Then close your eyes
See the roots
Around your thighs
Every fear
A tender vine
Pulling slow
Below the line
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 3, 2026
Duration3:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Glitchy coldwave bed with detuned synth pads, distant piano hits, and a slow, swung trip hop beat. Male vocals sit dry and close in the verses, intimate and whispered, with reverb only blooming on key words. Chorus opens with layered low harmonies, sub bass swells, and warped field-recorded textures (wind, distant creaks). Dark folk guitar plucks drift in and out, slightly out of tune, while experimental noise and tape hiss build a suffocating, dark ambient atmosphere., sad, trip hop, dark ambient, abstract, experimental, anti-folk
Credits
Prompt by
BloodRedSunset
BloodRedSunsetModelAria v5
Prompt
A sad song about trees in the park, envisioning the infinite dark abyss and decaying leaves we follow underground, coldwave, experimental, dark ambient, dark folk, anti-folk, trip hop, abstract, male
