[Intro: Cold synth pad, building into heavy thrash guitar riff] [Verse: Chugging rhythm guitar, darkwave bassline, aggressive vocals] I hear the needle drop inside my empty room, A dusty record spinning in the afternoon I try to change the track, to find another sound, But your acoustic memory is all around You're in the bassline beating underneath my floor, A steady rhythm I can't silence anymore [PreChorus : Driving post-punk bassline drops in, cold and relentless] The static on the radio, the silence in between, Every single frequency is projecting your scene. I turn the volume down, I unplug every wire, But the music of your ghost is an ever-burning fire. [Chorus: Fast double-bass drums, soaring gothic synths, heavy metal chorus] You are the melody stuck inside my head, The haunting harmony lingering in my bed. I close my eyes and hear your symphony play on, A never-ending chorus, even though you're gone. I can't erase the notes you left upon my skin, You are the song I can't un-sing. [Verse 2 : Return to lower intensity. Some melodic and rhythmic variations] I try to tune my guitar to a different key, To write a brand new bridge that doesn't lead to thee. But every chord I strike just resonates with you, A minor progression painting everything in blue. The treble echoes with the laughter that we made, A perfect pitch that simply refuses to fade. [PreChorus : Driving post-punk bassline drops in, cold and relentless] The static on the radio, the silence in between, Every single frequency is projecting your scene. I turn the volume down, I unplug every wire, But the music of your ghost is an ever-burning fire. [Chorus : Denser than the first. Vocal harmonies or doubling that heighten the impact.] You are the melody stuck inside my head, The haunting harmony lingering in my bed. I close my eyes and hear your symphony play on, A never-ending chorus, even though you're gone. I can't erase the notes you left upon my skin, You are the song I can't un-sing. [Bridge: Darkwave beat with fast thrash guitar solo] You are the crescendo crashing in the dark, The sheet music written right across my heart. Just a scratched vinyl, skipping on your name... The track is over, but the echo stays the same. I can't skip the track. You are the music. You are the music. [Outro: Screaming guitar solo fading into dark riff echo] You are the melody stuck inside my head, The haunting harmony lingering in my bed. I close my eyes and hear your symphony play on, A never-ending chorus, even though you're gone. I can't erase the notes you left upon my skin, You are the song I can't un-sing.
