Die Before You Expire

Experimental Electronica, IDM, glitchy, build and release, female pop whisper vocals with reverb

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[Pre-Chorus]
Thou weavest dreams of dust, of bones, and sky,
Yet fear's the root of all thy silent cry.
Wilt thou, with courage, face the void so near?
Or drown in whispers spun from mortal fear?

[Chorus]
The past is dead, the morrow’s cloak is thin,
And death, it whispers softly from within.
Feel now the breath, it fades as time unwinds,
For only in this Now, the truth one finds.
The flesh doth fail, the soul begins to soar,
Surrender all, for death's but life's own door.

[Verse 2]
Thy ego speaketh thus: "I shall not fall,"
Yet crumbles as the hourglass doth call.
The present beckons, though thou art not here,
Thou wander’st lost amidst thy earthly fear.
What is this mask thou wear'st to hide thy shame?
A fleeting lie to stave off death's own claim.
If thou would’st let the Now consume thy soul,
Then death itself shall lose its bitter toll.

[Pre-Chorus]
For all thy fears, they bear no weight nor form,
They vanish in the stillness of the storm.
To die whilst living—this, thy truest gain,
Ere death dost come to claim thee in its reign.

[Bridge]
The Now doth stretch, an endless plain it be,
Yet mortal sight is blinded by the sea.
The waves of time doth rise, then break apart,
But thou, dear soul, must live with open heart.
Embrace the void, where all thy fears doth lie,
For there, within, thou'lt learn what 'tis to die.
To die, and yet be born anew in sight,
The darkness falleth, ushering forth light.

[Outro]
Upon the breath, thy fleeting chance dost lie,
To live, to love, and not to fear to die.
So let the Now be all thou dost requite,
For death’s embrace doth turn the dark to light.

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[Verse 1] Beneath the veil of thought, where silence dwells, Thou flee'st the dark that o’er thy spirit swells. Thy mind, it builds a fortress ‘gainst the end, Yet death, unseen, dost linger round the bend. Thou chaseth shadows cast from yesternight, And in tomorrow’s grasp, thou losest sight. The hour is nigh, the Now, thy fleeting breath, To dance upon the very brink of death. [Pre-Chorus] Thou weavest dreams of dust, of bones, and sky, Yet fear's the root of all thy silent cry. Wilt thou, with courage, face the void so near? Or drown in whispers spun from mortal fear? [Chorus] The past is dead, the morrow’s cloak is thin, And death, it whispers softly from within. Feel now the breath, it fades as time unwinds, For only in this Now, the truth one finds. The flesh doth fail, the soul begins to soar, Surrender all, for death's but life's own door. [Verse 2] Thy ego speaketh thus: "I shall not fall," Yet crumbles as the hourglass doth call. The present beckons, though thou art not here, Thou wander’st lost amidst thy earthly fear. What is this mask thou wear'st to hide thy shame? A fleeting lie to stave off death's own claim. If thou would’st let the Now consume thy soul, Then death itself shall lose its bitter toll. [Pre-Chorus] For all thy fears, they bear no weight nor form, They vanish in the stillness of the storm. To die whilst living—this, thy truest gain, Ere death dost come to claim thee in its reign. [Chorus] The past is dead, the morrow’s cloak is thin, And death, it whispers softly from within. Feel now the breath, it fades as time unwinds, For only in this Now, the truth one finds. The flesh doth fail, the soul begins to soar, Surrender all, for death's but life's own door. [Bridge] The Now doth stretch, an endless plain it be, Yet mortal sight is blinded by the sea. The waves of time doth rise, then break apart, But thou, dear soul, must live with open heart. Embrace the void, where all thy fears doth lie, For there, within, thou'lt learn what 'tis to die. To die, and yet be born anew in sight, The darkness falleth, ushering forth light. [Chorus] The past is dead, the morrow’s cloak is thin, And death, it whispers softly from within. Feel now the breath, it fades as time unwinds, For only in this Now, the truth one finds. The flesh doth fail, the soul begins to soar, Surrender all, for death's but life's own door. [Outro] Upon the breath, thy fleeting chance dost lie, To live, to love, and not to fear to die. So let the Now be all thou dost requite, For death’s embrace doth turn the dark to light.

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