Hollow Routine

[Genre: Melodic Metalcore / Emocore / Djent] [Vocals: male, spoken low verses evolving into screams, emotional cleans in final chorus, layered backing shouts] [Instrumentation: clean atmospheric guitars building into djent grooves, ambient layers, expressive melodic solo, dynamic drums] The track starts minimal and cold, slowly building tension through clean guitars and quiet drums, Verses remain subdued and monotone before escalating with each transition, The first choruses feel restrained, while the breakdown detonates with massive rhythm guitars and screams, A haunting melodic solo bridges into an explosive final chorus of soaring cleans and layered growls, The song fades with clean ambience and low-end resonance, closing the opener with emotional collapse and release

The same four walls, The same dull sound. Another sunrise I can’t feel. Coffee’s cold, the clock still ticks, Every breath just feels like tricks. Empty faces, hollow eyes, I fake a smile so I survive. Nothing moves, but time still kills, Routine grinds down what’s left of will. I keep my head down, Pretend that I’m fine — I’m just rehearsing How to feel alive. I’m stuck inside this hollow routine, Drowning slow in what’s unseen. Every step just pulls me through, Another day without a clue. If this is life, then where’s the spark? I lost the light before the dark. Emails, noise, the same old tone, Screens still glow, but I’m alone. Sleep feels fake, awake feels wrong, A loop that hums the same old song. Every face blends into gray, Every thought just fades away. I keep my head down, Pretend that I’m fine — One more day to blur the line. I’m stuck inside this hollow routine, Drowning slow in what’s unseen. Every step just pulls me through, Another day without a clue. If this is life, then where’s the spark? I lost the light before the dark. I CAN’T FEEL ANYTHING! NOTHING CHANGES — NOTHING BLEEDS! THE WORLD MOVES ON, AND LEAVES ME HERE TO ROT IN ME! TEAR ME OUT OF THIS SKIN! THIS ISN’T LIVING — IT’S JUST GIVING IN! I’m stuck inside this hollow routine, Drowning slow in what’s unseen. Every step just pulls me through, Another day without a clue. If this is life, then where’s the spark? I lost the light before the dark. I’m stuck inside this hollow routine, Screaming loud, but no one’s seen. Every spark burns out too soon, I fade again beneath this moon. If this is all I’ll ever be — Then let me burn till I feel free. The same four walls, The same dull sound. But now I’m the noise.

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