[Intro – contrabass + muted brass + ambient hiss] Ash falls slow like a tired drum, Sky hums low, but the voices are numb. Flashing screens sell yesterday’s lies, While silence blooms beneath neon skies. --- [Verse 1 – emo rap with lo-fi jazz groove] Sidewalks cracked with unheard cries, Billboards grin while another soul dies. Truth’s in pieces, spun for clicks, Empathy burns out fast — no tricks. She scrolls alone in a darkened room, No heat, no sound, just digital gloom. He posted pain — got hearts, not hands, We trade each other for trending brands. --- [Chorus – melodic emo + glitch brass bursts] This is the Ash Parade, slow and wide, Marchin’ with ghosts we used to hide. Raise your voice if your hope feels thin, If you breathe but don’t know where you’ve been. No revival, no grand design — Just broken beats in crooked time. Ash on shoulders, weight in the chest, Sing for the lost who gave their best. --- [Verse 2 – dixieland brass + glitch-hop drums] Trumpets cry where the sirens sleep, Streets wear grief that runs too deep. Kids draw dreams on concrete walls, While mothers sell hope in bathroom stalls. Preachers smile with bloodshot eyes, Faith's just a script in a cheap disguise. Trust is currency no one lends, We break alone and call it trends. --- [Bridge – spoken word + glitch ambient] Don't want your hearts, your shares, your plays — Just real light in darker days. A place where silence isn’t gold, And kids grow up without being sold. --- [Final Chorus – post-rock guitars + fading brass + layered male vocals] We are the Ash Parade, barely whole, Dust in lungs but fire in soul. Raise your hand if you’re still awake, If your truth cracked but didn’t break. March in shadows, scarred but proud, Sing your name above the crowd. This is the hymn we bleed, not play — We burn, we fall… But we still stay. --- [Outro – contrabass solo, fading tick, trumpet echo] Ash falls slow... Still we go.
