Back in myth

Alt-rock/indie with intimate, cracked male baritone, Sparse, suspended, yearning chords in verses, uneasy atmosphere; pre-chorus builds tense unresolved momentum, Chorus explodes mythic and wrong, mixing major and bVII for raw, holy release without clean pop cadences, Poetic, flawed, vivid sound—let vocals and chords fray, Final chorus is desperate, frayed, and burning with sacred ache, Dm, 115 BPM

[Pre-Chorus]
Quiet didn't make me holy.
Easy wouldn't set me free.
And the empty echoes screamed louder than wisdom ever did.

[Chorus]
I’m back in myth now —
Lost, but not needing a guide, 
Just fiercely, vibrantly alive.
Where the tales I tell fill the voids,
Where ache will whisper like prayer, 
And hunger's embraced like a beautiful flame. 
Where constellations bleed into scars we've learned to ignore
Where constellations bleed into scars we've learned to ignore
Just chasing a rhythm that thunders, primal and raw
I’m back in myth —
And I'm never leaving.
I missed it here.
I missed ME here.

[Verse 2]
Started talking reckless to the Moon.
Started kissing ghosts in dreams.
Started answering questions nobody asked.
Let it get ugly.
Let it get loud.
Let it get mine.
The world stayed silent.
So I let the echoes in like an old friend.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Tidy didn’t love me back.
But ache?
Ache held me every fucking night.

[Chorus]
I’m back in myth now —
Drifting, but never astray, 
Fierce in all of the colors I show. 
Where every tale unravels the truths,
Where ache will whisper like prayer, 
And hunger's embraced like a beautiful flame. 
Where north is whatever we carve in the dark with our claws
Just dancing to drums only rebels and ruins hear
I’m back in myth —
And I’m letting it ruin me,
If ruin means alive.

[Bridge]
Keep your clean hands.
Keep your clean conscience.
I’ll be here —
Naming stars that burn out by morning,
Falling in love with every lost thing,
Writing letters no sane person would ever answer.
This is my fucking temple now.
Mess and all

[Chorus]
I’m back in myth now —
Where longing is law,
Where silence gives voice to sound.
Where I lose track of time,
And that's mercy, not mistake.

I’m back in myth —
And I don't want your rescue.
I don't want your reason.
I don't want redemption.
I don't want perfection or praise.

I want this.
All of this.
Bright, unbearable, mine.

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[Verse 1 ] They told me how to live. Balance. Clarity. Gratitude. Keep my head cool, Keep my voice soft, Keep my goddamn hands off wanting. Learned to conceal my essence Smiled small, Clipped my edges, Said "it’s fine, I’m fine." (But it’s not fine. Never fucking was.) [Pre-Chorus] Quiet didn't make me holy. Easy wouldn't set me free. And the empty echoes screamed louder than wisdom ever did. [Chorus] I’m back in myth now — Lost, but not needing a guide, Just fiercely, vibrantly alive. Where the tales I tell fill the voids, Where ache will whisper like prayer, And hunger's embraced like a beautiful flame. Where constellations bleed into scars we've learned to ignore Where constellations bleed into scars we've learned to ignore Just chasing a rhythm that thunders, primal and raw I’m back in myth — And I'm never leaving. I missed it here. I missed ME here. [Verse 2] Started talking reckless to the Moon. Started kissing ghosts in dreams. Started answering questions nobody asked. Let it get ugly. Let it get loud. Let it get mine. The world stayed silent. So I let the echoes in like an old friend. [Pre-Chorus 2] Tidy didn’t love me back. But ache? Ache held me every fucking night. [Chorus] I’m back in myth now — Drifting, but never astray, Fierce in all of the colors I show. Where every tale unravels the truths, Where ache will whisper like prayer, And hunger's embraced like a beautiful flame. Where north is whatever we carve in the dark with our claws Just dancing to drums only rebels and ruins hear I’m back in myth — And I’m letting it ruin me, If ruin means alive. [Bridge] Keep your clean hands. Keep your clean conscience. I’ll be here — Naming stars that burn out by morning, Falling in love with every lost thing, Writing letters no sane person would ever answer. This is my fucking temple now. Mess and all [Chorus] I’m back in myth now — Where longing is law, Where silence gives voice to sound. Where I lose track of time, And that's mercy, not mistake. I’m back in myth — And I don't want your rescue. I don't want your reason. I don't want redemption. I don't want perfection or praise. I want this. All of this. Bright, unbearable, mine.

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