I Speak

A lo-fi, slow track anchored by deep synths and soaked in reverb, The male lead features a deep, broken voice with subtle vibratos, contrasted with layers blending high, airy vocals, Ad libs are intense yet smooth, gliding over a minimal, introspective, and deeply atmospheric arrangement

[intro]

in the ink of day, there in the bold, I made some grand display.
in the crucible of sin I was made again.
I am merely a shadow given a mask.
(mask slips away)
my teachings, my life, that wish that formed me has let the mask decay.
in the dead of day, sow the fractures, try again, fate another spin.
(ohh)

[v]

I just can't seem to be the correct version of me.
(though I try, and try)
I speak too freely, without grace—it's not about the things I say.
it's a language out of frame, words that are the same.
(no, no, ohh I can never find)
yet it wears a different mask, another name.

[hook]

I run from place to place, trying to keep pace.
yet my feet don't move, forever bound to the truth I found.
(it's only perspective)
it's a frame of mind, a drive to find, merely a mediator to a beast—
a beast within.
(I feel the draw, but in my stance I reside)
the beast can only hide.

[v]

Being a better man, from the things I left behind—a path I tread.
(More words said, dance in my head)
Dread the beast I was, the fool I am, and the memory of me.
I trace my fractures to the seams, weave ray-beam strings
(strings made of dream)
between broken things—reoriented, aimed, and set free.

[hook]

[v]

The things I think to be normal are distant things on worried ears.
Despite my fears, year after year I lose the drive to stay alive.
But even here, with this tired mind, I find a reason to press on—
no reason or rhyme.
No matter the good of the day, this too will pass.
The burden at play—this too will pass.
Nothing ever lasts.

[hook]

I run from place to place, trying to keep pace.
(peace)
yet my feet don't move, forever bound to the truth I found.
(bound never found)
it's a frame of mind, a drive to find, merely a mediator to a beast.
(you are not the beast)

[outro]
in all these fractures I find, that my past is mine, my truth is just fraction of the universe.  there is so much discover, never let the wonder die

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[intro] in the ink of day, there in the bold, I made some grand display. in the crucible of sin I was made again. I am merely a shadow given a mask. (mask slips away) my teachings, my life, that wish that formed me has let the mask decay. in the dead of day, sow the fractures, try again, fate another spin. (ohh) [v] I just can't seem to be the correct version of me. (though I try, and try) I speak too freely, without grace—it's not about the things I say. it's a language out of frame, words that are the same. (no, no, ohh I can never find) yet it wears a different mask, another name. [hook] I run from place to place, trying to keep pace. yet my feet don't move, forever bound to the truth I found. (it's only perspective) it's a frame of mind, a drive to find, merely a mediator to a beast— a beast within. (I feel the draw, but in my stance I reside) the beast can only hide. [v] Being a better man, from the things I left behind—a path I tread. (More words said, dance in my head) Dread the beast I was, the fool I am, and the memory of me. I trace my fractures to the seams, weave ray-beam strings (strings made of dream) between broken things—reoriented, aimed, and set free. [hook] I run from place to place, trying to keep pace. yet my feet don't move, forever bound to the truth I found. (it's only perspective) it's a frame of mind, a drive to find, merely a mediator to a beast— a beast within. (I feel the draw, but in my stance I reside) the beast can only hide. [v] The things I think to be normal are distant things on worried ears. Despite my fears, year after year I lose the drive to stay alive. But even here, with this tired mind, I find a reason to press on— no reason or rhyme. No matter the good of the day, this too will pass. The burden at play—this too will pass. Nothing ever lasts. [hook] I run from place to place, trying to keep pace. (peace) yet my feet don't move, forever bound to the truth I found. (bound never found) it's a frame of mind, a drive to find, merely a mediator to a beast. (you are not the beast) [outro] in all these fractures I find, that my past is mine, my truth is just fraction of the universe. there is so much discover, never let the wonder die

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