[Genre: Slowcore Doom Trap] [Style: Optimistic Nihilism] [Tempo: 60-64 BPM] [Key: Fm] [Structure: I4, V1 8, Pre4, Ch8, V2 8, Pre2 4, Ch2 8, Br8, FCh8, Out4] [Intro] [60 BPM] [Intimate Felt Piano, heavy pedal thumps, damper hiss, constant rain white-noise] (Rain on the glass) (Empty room) (Still here) [Verse 1] (64 BPM transition) (Sparse kick, 1220ms 808 decay, dry vox, piano key-clicks) I woke up in the wreckage of a Tuesday The bills are just paper, the sky is just grey The phone is a brick and the coffee is cold But I’m not a story that needs to be told The mirror is cracked but the image is clear There’s no one to rescue, and nothing to fear If the world is an accident, I am the same Just a ghost in the static with blood in my name [Pre-Chorus] (Violin tremolo swells, rain side-chained to breath) No heaven is watching No hell in the floor The lock is just metal On an open door [Chorus] (Full 808 pressure, 650ms void gaps, cracked high harm) Rain still knows my name And it doesn’t mean a thing I am the winter And I am the spring Fuck what fell apart It was never meant to stay I’ve got two tired hands And I’m okay with the grey [Verse 2] (Darker vox, piano mechanicals louder, cello root drone) I count out the change for a bitterer life The edge of the day is a blunt-ended knife The city is concrete, the concrete is bone I’m perfectly fine being purely alone Meaning is plastic, I’ll mold it myself Put all the 'should-haves' back on the shelf Life doesn't owe me a beautiful end So I’ll take the break and I’ll refuse to bend [Bridge] (One pulse beat, bII Gb dread tension, whisper to cracked shout) [whisper] The void is a mouth / The void is a friend It’s not a beginning / It’s not even an end [shout] IF NOTHING IS SACRED / THEN NOTHING IS LOST I’LL BURN IN THE CENTER / REGARDLESS OF COST [Final Chorus] (Double lead, wide harmonies, 808 pitch glide, violin ghost notes) Rain still knows my name, it doesn’t mean a thing I’m still standing here, I’m the song that I sing Fuck what fell apart, let the ashes just lay I got two tired hands, and I’m owning the day Rain still knows my name, I’m the breath in the dark No holy fire, just a physical spark Cold glass, hard floor, gray flame, no shame I keep breathing slow, and I’m loving the rain [Outro] (60 BPM) (Drums out, mechanical piano clicks, final pedal thump, rain fades to black) It doesn’t mean a thing. Still here.
