Lyrics by @sakisongs sung by Takumi. I don't wanna say a single thing about it. Just mood. _______________________________ (Fingerpicked acoustic guitar & atmospheric pads) My phone’s been dead since Tuesday, I just let it stare. The dust is settling on the kitchen chair. I used to shake when things went wrong, I used to pray, now I just watch the ceiling turn from black to gray. There is no panic left inside this hollow chest, just a heavy, quiet hunger for a permanent rest. (Groove intensifies, dark synths pulse) Don't offer me a hand, don't tell me it gets bright. I’ve made my peace with losing every single fight. No fear to keep me sharp, no hope to make me brave, just a long, slow shadow that I used to chase. (Erupts into distorted electric guitars & melodic hardcore drums) And I am faded, I am blurred at the edge, just a ghost standing quiet on a broken ledge! Don’t try to fix the pieces, let the engine stall, I am not angry at the world, I’m just done with it all! Yeah, I am faded... Just let the heavy curtain fall. (Subtle trap hi-hats and punchy 808s enter) The world keeps screaming through the cracks under the door, demanding things that I don’t care about no more. They call it courage when you stand and take the blow, but I’m so far past the point of putting on a show. My shoes are dirty from a road I didn’t choose, and I’ve got nothing left that I’m afraid to lose. (Groove intensifies, dark synths pulse) Don't offer me a hand, don't tell me it gets bright. I’ve made my peace with losing every single fight. No fear to keep me sharp, no hope to make me brave, just a long, slow shadow that I used to chase. (Erupts into distorted electric guitars & melodic hardcore drums) And I am faded, I am blurred at the edge, just a ghost standing quiet on a broken ledge! Don’t try to fix the pieces, let the engine stall, I am not angry at the world, I’m just done with it all! Yeah, I am faded... Just let the heavy curtain fall. (Music drops back to heavy 808s and persistent folk melody) The bills are piling, but the numbers look like code. A simpler language from a life I outgrew on the road. My friends stopped calling, and I don't blame them a bit, it’s hard to love a room where all the lights are quit. No bravery in pulling back, no cowardice in sleep, just a well that went dry, way too deep to keep. (Building tension, trailer-like rises) I don’t want your pity, I don’t want your signs. I’ve been erasing myself, line by line. Let the walls cave in, let the rivers run dry, I’m too tired to live, and too hollow to cry. (Full dynamic explosion, maximum urgency) And I am faded, I am blurred at the edge, just a ghost standing quiet on a broken ledge! Don’t try to fix the pieces, let the engine stall, I am not angry at the world, I’m just done with it all! (Piano Trap Beat with Gangshouts, fading out) (Gangshouts): FADED! GONE! (Piano solo): No fear left to call. (Gangshouts): TURN THE LIGHTS OUT! (Piano solo): I am faded... after all.
