The Hollow Cradle

"Do you hear it? The sound that devours... the echo of the Old One." "This is my reality. I am the void." [Verse 1] Step through the gates where chaos thrives, the air is thick, and the void’s alive. This ain’t no sanctuary; it’s my lair, where the light is swallowed, and gods despair. No rules, no limits—just me and my sound, I twist reality, make silence drown. [Verse2] Bass so thick they’ll crush your chest, in my realm, there’s no such thing as rest. I’m the Old One—don’t act surprised, no light, no hope, just bass that divides. You think you’re ready? You’re just a pawn, in my void, you’ll wish you were never born. [Insanity] "Do you hear it? SKREEEEAAAAAAHHHH! "It’s crawling inside you—tearing at your thoughts..." RRRRRAAAAAGGHHHHH!!! "Your mind is breaking—your soul unravels—" NYYYYYAAAAAAHHHHHH! "This is MY REALM. There’s no escape—NO ESCAPE!" EEEEYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! [Empty Hopelessness] The walls are breathing, time’s decayed, the air is TEETH and it’s biting you. Can’t you see? Can’t you SEE? The color that screams in every hue! Your soul’s unraveling—thread by thread—falling out of your mind, crushing your head, The bassline’s alive, it’s STARVING, it FEEDS...and soon you’ll wish you were dead.