Echoes in the Mud – Awakening – Part I

Progressive Rock, Psychedelic, EN, Transcendental, Resolution, Ambiance, Healing, Blues Rock, Rock

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Whispers in the water...
Cracks in the mirror...
Your blood remembers...
(remembers…)

Back against the wall of bone,
Ghosts of blood you’ve never known.
Faded portraits start to breathe,
You reach—but they just bleed and seethe.
Voices twist in demon tone,
Singing secrets you call your own.
Is this the fire your soul repeats?
Or just a curse beneath your feet?
It’s risin’ again, like a rusted hymn,

Just like your great (great) great granddaddy’s sin.
It’s risin’ again, in a dead man’s grin,
Just like your great (great) great grandmama’s spin.

Crashing through dimensions burning,
Reflections split, the wheel keeps turning.
Low-frequency wisdom groans,
Wrapped in rust and haunted tones.
Chains of sorrow stitched with tension,
Sinking deep in swamp-soul lessons...
Forever echoes, feeding depression.

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Adaptation.. Remix of Dumdedum's https://suno.com/s/uGQ8P9lukVzquoPF

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Copyright © 2025 @aAa@ Whispers in the water... Cracks in the mirror... Your blood remembers... (remembers…) Back against the wall of bone, Ghosts of blood you’ve never known. Faded portraits start to breathe, You reach—but they just bleed and seethe. Voices twist in demon tone, Singing secrets you call your own. Is this the fire your soul repeats? Or just a curse beneath your feet? It’s risin’ again, like a rusted hymn, Just like your great (great) great granddaddy’s sin. It’s risin’ again, in a dead man’s grin, Just like your great (great) great grandmama’s spin. Crashing through dimensions burning, Reflections split, the wheel keeps turning. Low-frequency wisdom groans, Wrapped in rust and haunted tones. Chains of sorrow stitched with tension, Sinking deep in swamp-soul lessons... Forever echoes, feeding depression. ╭────────────────────────────╮ │ ♫ ♪ ♬ ♩ ♫ ♪ │ │ │ │ @ a A a @ │ │ │ │ ♬ ♩ ♫ ♪ ♬ ♫ ♩ │ ╰────────────────────────────╯ Adaptation.. Remix of Dumdedum's https://suno.com/s/uGQ8P9lukVzquoPF These lyrics are written and owned by Dumdiedum / @aAa@. https://suno.com/@a__a__a @dumdiedum Please do not copy, share, or adapt them without permission. Thank you for respecting the creator’s work. Lyrics Creation: © 2025 Dumdiedum / @aAa@ Music Arrangement: © 2025 @aAa@ Copyright © 2025 @aAa@ All rights reserved.

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