Monsoon - Live

[Intro] [Instruments] [Verse 1 ] The weather alert, a jagged red line, Etched on your temple—a warning sign. Like the last psalm of a drowning creed, This rain devours the city, and me. Flickering streetlights, a gasping glow, Mirror the chaos in the undertow. [Verse 2 ] The drains gave up at 3 A.M., Subway stairs vanish like a condemned hymn. My pupils swell with silent blame— Did you even hear the levees break? Words left unsaid, blackened and crude, Churn in my throat like swallowed flood. [Pre-Chorus] You called it just a summer rain, Small talk weather, numb and plain. Then why’s that photograph still floating by? Two grins trapped under a drowning sky… Our matching coats, threadbare and torn, Sodden relics of a climate war. We’re archipelagoes tonight, Chart-close but fractured by the tide. A vow dissolved in the surge’s hands, No ark could reach our promised land. Just the radio’s electric moan, Singing static to the storm alone. [Chorus] This love’s a mudslide, slow and grim, Bending our names ’til they don’t fit. "Forever" cracks in the doorway’s frame, A warped mirage of the vows we maimed. Your tears could fill a century’s worth, Erasing every plea I bled into the earth. I’m sediment in your riptide gaze, A rusted kiss in these waterlogged days. [Verse 3] The radio shrieks Evacuate, A voice dissolving into fate. Yet we still fight with plastic pride— Can memories float if we box them tight? [Verse 4] Sealing our photos in vacuum steel, Like fingerprints could make us real. Arguing escape as the world caves in, But truth’s a tide none of us can swim. [Bridge] The ceiling weeps constellations now, Plaster cracks to starlight’s vow. The galaxy pours through the roof’s split seam, A silver eulogy for shattered dreams. That wedding dress, bloated and frayed, A shroud for the pact we couldn’t save. We built this love on fault-line sand, Swore on a shore that couldn’t stand. The waves came in, and the waves lied, Left us with shards of a shoreline life. [Final Chorus] This love’s a mudslide without shore, Time’s fissures deepening in the floor. Each drop a nail in the coffin we built, A grave for the fire we couldn’t shield. Under your eyelids, the deluge thrives, Scouring the last good from our lives. I’m debris now in your heart’s black bay, A sculpture of ruins where shipwrecks pray. Piled high with the gold we called trust. [Outro] [Instrumental]