The Grafy - Breed the Smoke

dark Deep, industrial, ominous male vocals with reverb and echo with dramatic pauses, whispers, growls, Background: haunting strings, low dark piano, rustling leaves, horrorcore, smooth, mythical

I breathe what kills me, I breed the smoke The fire licks my lungs like a cruel joke No air. No name. No plan. No light. Just shadows fighting shadows in the longest night Choking truth with carbon lies We paint the sky with alibis Inhale the ashes, exhale the guilt We build our temples where sins are spilt Burn what’s left, feed the flame We’re all the same, we’re all to blame Smoke’s our scripture, haze our faith We kiss the fire, embrace our fate

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