Little Island | [Unscene Trap Cover]

minimal Haunting lullaby trap, 20s female singer, lilting rhythm, tarantella, wavy melody

[Chorus (Sampled Vocals):]
Sinking in the quiet deep (Let it all go now)
Spinning while the senses sleep (Let it all go now)
Sinking in the quiet deep (Yeah, yeah, let it all go now)
Spinning while the senses sleep (Uh)

[Verse 1:]
Yo, I’m clockin' out, got no reason for walkin' 'bout
I built a fortress from the noise they’re always talkin' 'bout
A private principality of pure mentality
Far from the frantic pace of their accepted reality
They got compulsive conversations with hollow occupations
And their validation's based on public proclamations
I disconnect the line, I let the daylight go away
I lie in bed and manifest the sun will rise another day
This archipelago of thought is all I really got
A little sovereign nation in a world that’s overwrought
With people chasin' paper, they get the vapor-thin reward
While I just lay and pray and wait for my internal accord
They’re tryin' to bottle inspiration from a barren stream
Makin' a carbon copy of a secondhand dream
They call it ambition, this frantic, flawed condition
Me? I'm on a solitary, quiet expedition, listen.

[Verse 2:]
My optic nerves project the scenes, cinematic and serene
Kaleidoscopic color schemes, forgotten archetypes and themes
This ain't escapism, this is a mechanism
A self-made prism refractin' all the social criticism
The light around my center lens, my inner sight, it all depends
On where my concentration sends its iridescent dividends
This beautiful immersion has a subtle kind of coercion
A personalized diversion from the planet's pained version
Of truth, it’s like a velvet kind of trap, a solitary pact
To keep the purity of consciousness completely intact
They’re chasin' clout, they live in doubt, they wonder what it's all about
I close my eyes and find a universe they couldn't figure out
This ain't a fantasy, it's more like mental clarity
A peaceful parity to block out all the shrill disparity
And I'm the warden and the inmate, checkin' on my own mind-state
Drowning in these crystal skies before it gets too late. Probably.

[Chorus (Sampled Vocals) with Ad-libs:]
Sinking in the quiet deep (Yeah, this deep blue)
Spinning while the senses sleep (Mindless, movin' through)
Sinking in the quiet deep (In my own world)
Spinning while the senses sleep (Yeah)

[Outro (Vocals Fading):]
(Down, down, into the silence)
(Round, round, adrift and mindless)
(In crystal skies...)
(In my little island...)
(Yeah)

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[Intro] Yeah. Sometimes you gotta just... disconnect. Not from the net, but from the whole frequency. They're all tuned into the same broadcast. I'm searchin' for a different signal, you know? Just me, in this place... check it. [Chorus (Sampled Vocals):] Sinking in the quiet deep (Let it all go now) Spinning while the senses sleep (Let it all go now) Sinking in the quiet deep (Yeah, yeah, let it all go now) Spinning while the senses sleep (Uh) [Verse 1:] Yo, I’m clockin' out, got no reason for walkin' 'bout I built a fortress from the noise they’re always talkin' 'bout A private principality of pure mentality Far from the frantic pace of their accepted reality They got compulsive conversations with hollow occupations And their validation's based on public proclamations I disconnect the line, I let the daylight go away I lie in bed and manifest the sun will rise another day This archipelago of thought is all I really got A little sovereign nation in a world that’s overwrought With people chasin' paper, they get the vapor-thin reward While I just lay and pray and wait for my internal accord They’re tryin' to bottle inspiration from a barren stream Makin' a carbon copy of a secondhand dream They call it ambition, this frantic, flawed condition Me? I'm on a solitary, quiet expedition, listen. [Chorus (Sampled Vocals):] Sinking in the quiet deep (Let it all go now) Spinning while the senses sleep (Let it all go now) Sinking in the quiet deep (Yeah, yeah, let it all go now) Spinning while the senses sleep (Just let it fade out) [Verse 2:] My optic nerves project the scenes, cinematic and serene Kaleidoscopic color schemes, forgotten archetypes and themes This ain't escapism, this is a mechanism A self-made prism refractin' all the social criticism The light around my center lens, my inner sight, it all depends On where my concentration sends its iridescent dividends This beautiful immersion has a subtle kind of coercion A personalized diversion from the planet's pained version Of truth, it’s like a velvet kind of trap, a solitary pact To keep the purity of consciousness completely intact They’re chasin' clout, they live in doubt, they wonder what it's all about I close my eyes and find a universe they couldn't figure out This ain't a fantasy, it's more like mental clarity A peaceful parity to block out all the shrill disparity And I'm the warden and the inmate, checkin' on my own mind-state Drowning in these crystal skies before it gets too late. Probably. [Chorus (Sampled Vocals) with Ad-libs:] Sinking in the quiet deep (Yeah, this deep blue) Spinning while the senses sleep (Mindless, movin' through) Sinking in the quiet deep (In my own world) Spinning while the senses sleep (Yeah) [Outro (Vocals Fading):] (Down, down, into the silence) (Round, round, adrift and mindless) (In crystal skies...) (In my little island...) (Yeah)

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