Let It Fall

Avant-garde death blues: fractured rhythms, raw baritone, metallic drones, unresolved tension

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Lyrics by @Mondoshiwa

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[Cold Open]

Smile.
Nod.
Say "Yes, sir."

Keep your Sunday coat
white as bone.
Don’t ask
whose back
paid for the porch.
I knew the rules.
I kept ’em.

[Verse 1]

I raised my glass
with men
I could not stand.
Called the rot
tradition.
Called the chain
a ladder.
Heard the mill
cough black
into the river.
Called it work.
Watched a good man
go under -
thanked the Lord
the water
wasn’t mine.

[Hook]

I won’t smile.
I won’t nod.
I won’t hold
this crooked house
with my hands.

[Instrumental Fracture]

[Verse 2]

I ain’t innocent.
No.
I knew which door
would open
for my name.
Walked right through.
Left the others
in the rain.
Called fear
good sense.
Called hunger
fate.
Called every locked door
somebody else’s gate.
Kept my chair.
Kept my shirt clean.
Kept my mouth
shut.

[Hook]

I won’t smile.
I won’t nod.
I won’t hold
this crooked house
with my hands.

[Breakdown]

One truth
for a place
at the table.
One silence
for a key
to the gate.
One friend
for a cleaner name.
One piece of me
for every quiet
amen.

[Pause]

They called me steady.
I was scared.
They called me decent.
I was useful.
Useful.
Useful.

[Extended Instrumental Passage]

[Verse 3]

Maybe the porch light
dies behind me.
Maybe they pass
my name around
like bad news.
Maybe the red clay
keeps my shoes.
Let it.
I’d rather stand
in hard rain
with one hard truth
than warm my hands
over somebody else’s ruin.
I ain’t clean.
I ain’t saved.
I just know
what I became.
And I won’t feed it.
Not one more word.
Not one more nod.
Not one more
damn day.

[Hook]

I won’t smile.
I won’t bow.
These hands
don’t hold you up
now.

[Outro]

No blessing.
No curse.
No looking back.

Let it fall.

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⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ 🎶 We are the **StorytellerZ** – the German hub for Suno artists. 🎶 Come join us, connect and become part of our creative hive: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ Lyrics by @Mondoshiwa © COPYRIGHT, 2026 @Mondoshiwa, All rights reserved STTZ-CB3D5024305C8272D4A48543 ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ══════ ✧✦✧ ⊰ ✦ ⊱ ✧✦✧ ═══ ✧✦✧ ⊰ [Cold Open] Smile. Nod. Say "Yes, sir." Keep your Sunday coat white as bone. Don’t ask whose back paid for the porch. I knew the rules. I kept ’em. [Verse 1] I raised my glass with men I could not stand. Called the rot tradition. Called the chain a ladder. Heard the mill cough black into the river. Called it work. Watched a good man go under - thanked the Lord the water wasn’t mine. [Hook] I won’t smile. I won’t nod. I won’t hold this crooked house with my hands. [Instrumental Fracture] [Verse 2] I ain’t innocent. No. I knew which door would open for my name. Walked right through. Left the others in the rain. Called fear good sense. Called hunger fate. Called every locked door somebody else’s gate. Kept my chair. Kept my shirt clean. Kept my mouth shut. [Hook] I won’t smile. I won’t nod. I won’t hold this crooked house with my hands. [Breakdown] One truth for a place at the table. One silence for a key to the gate. One friend for a cleaner name. One piece of me for every quiet amen. [Pause] They called me steady. I was scared. They called me decent. I was useful. Useful. Useful. [Extended Instrumental Passage] [Verse 3] Maybe the porch light dies behind me. Maybe they pass my name around like bad news. Maybe the red clay keeps my shoes. Let it. I’d rather stand in hard rain with one hard truth than warm my hands over somebody else’s ruin. I ain’t clean. I ain’t saved. I just know what I became. And I won’t feed it. Not one more word. Not one more nod. Not one more damn day. [Hook] I won’t smile. I won’t bow. These hands don’t hold you up now. [Outro] No blessing. No curse. No looking back. Let it fall.

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