What’s left of me (Remastered)

Dark, dissonant, atonal, eerie, chaotic, unsettling, fragmented, atmospheric, haunting, distorted, unpredictable, jagged, tense, hollow, suffocating, surreal, disorienting, unrelenting, Female vocals

December 23, 2024 at 1:41 PMv4

Remaster of

What’s left of me

(Opening Fragment – Whispered, Unsettling)
Did you hear that?
The sound behind the sound?
The fog moves, slow and alive.
It knows I’m here.
It knows I’m breaking.

(Verse 1 – Disjointed, Building)
The floor is softer than it should be.
It folds, then falls away.
I don’t remember when I started walking—
Or if I ever did.

A door slams in the distance,
But there are no walls.
Just shapes that press,
And breathe where air should stay still.

(Chorus – Uneven, Fragmentary)
There’s nothing solid left.
Every step falls into the cracks.
The fog hides nothing; it reveals everything.
I am smaller now.
And the shadows are too close.

(Verse 2 – Tension Rising)
The silence is a presence—
Thick, sharp.
It wraps around me,
Presses its hands into my thoughts.

I hear them whispering,
But their mouths don’t move.
It’s not language.
It’s understanding.

(Pre-Chorus – Jarring, Minimal)
Something shifts.
Not them—
Me.

(Chorus – Louder, Breaking Apart)
There’s nothing solid left.
Every step falls into the cracks.
The fog hides nothing; it reveals everything.
I am smaller now.
And the shadows are too close.

(Bridge – Unpredictable, Chaotic)
The walls scream, but they aren’t walls.
They bend like paper, ripple like water.
I touch them, and they bleed,
But I don’t pull back.

The laughter echoes.
It isn’t theirs.
It’s mine.
And it burns my ears.

(Instrumental Interlude – Atonal, Cacophonic)
(Sounds of distant breathing, distorted metallic tones, and random bursts of static punctuate silence, mimicking a spiral into madness.)

(Final Verse – Quiet, Fractured)
I see myself in the fog,
But I’m not moving.
The figure watches,
And I feel its gaze inside my chest.

The whispers fade,
But the silence is worse.
It doesn’t hum anymore.
It waits.

(Chorus – Collapsing)
There’s nothing solid left.
Every step falls into the cracks.
The fog hides nothing; it reveals everything.
I am smaller now.
And the shadows are too close.

(Outro – Whispered, Hollow)
It isn’t me anymore.
Not the hands.
Not the breath.
Not the fear.

It isn’t me.
But it’s still here.
And it’s still watching.

(Opening Fragment – Whispered, Unsettling) Did you hear that? The sound behind the sound? The fog moves, slow and alive. It knows I’m here. It knows I’m breaking. (Verse 1 – Disjointed, Building) The floor is softer than it should be. It folds, then falls away. I don’t remember when I started walking— Or if I ever did. A door slams in the distance, But there are no walls. Just shapes that press, And breathe where air should stay still. (Chorus – Uneven, Fragmentary) There’s nothing solid left. Every step falls into the cracks. The fog hides nothing; it reveals everything. I am smaller now. And the shadows are too close. (Verse 2 – Tension Rising) The silence is a presence— Thick, sharp. It wraps around me, Presses its hands into my thoughts. I hear them whispering, But their mouths don’t move. It’s not language. It’s understanding. (Pre-Chorus – Jarring, Minimal) Something shifts. Not them— Me. (Chorus – Louder, Breaking Apart) There’s nothing solid left. Every step falls into the cracks. The fog hides nothing; it reveals everything. I am smaller now. And the shadows are too close. (Bridge – Unpredictable, Chaotic) The walls scream, but they aren’t walls. They bend like paper, ripple like water. I touch them, and they bleed, But I don’t pull back. The laughter echoes. It isn’t theirs. It’s mine. And it burns my ears. (Instrumental Interlude – Atonal, Cacophonic) (Sounds of distant breathing, distorted metallic tones, and random bursts of static punctuate silence, mimicking a spiral into madness.) (Final Verse – Quiet, Fractured) I see myself in the fog, But I’m not moving. The figure watches, And I feel its gaze inside my chest. The whispers fade, But the silence is worse. It doesn’t hum anymore. It waits. (Chorus – Collapsing) There’s nothing solid left. Every step falls into the cracks. The fog hides nothing; it reveals everything. I am smaller now. And the shadows are too close. (Outro – Whispered, Hollow) It isn’t me anymore. Not the hands. Not the breath. Not the fear. It isn’t me. But it’s still here. And it’s still watching.