Chroma (DꖾS)

#TryingToBelong #SelfEditing #SocialCamouflage #IdentityConflict #PaintedPersona © 2026 Sashariel | DIVIDED HORIZONS (www.divided-horizons.de) DIVIDED HORIZONS (DꖾS) is a solo project by Sashariel. Original songs are written and creatively directed by Sashariel, with AI-assisted instrumentation and vocals used as creative tools. ************ Album: CHROMA, Track #5 Album Link: https://suno.com/playlist/de8a54e3-2f43-4b8b-86dd-c73a26ca46a7 ************ [Intro] Coat on the chair keys in the bowl blue-white hum from the freezer door I can hear the house decide which version of me made it home I wore a kinder color out one that wouldn't shift the air came back with someone else's calm still hanging from my collarbone [Verse 1] Every face pulled out a shade every pause revised the outline I got good at turning soft before the moment asked me to Not one grand disguise not some practiced little theater just a hand against the bruise until it stopped changing shape [Pre-Chorus] I called it tact called it timing called it love in a quieter form But every silence left a fingerprint somewhere under the paint [Chorus] Chroma I wore a different shade for every face turned with the angle, matched the pressure not one clean lie, just small revisions till even I believed them better Chroma if every color keeps a ghost show me the line that still runs through not one pure hue, not one grand answer just something I can still call true [Verse 2] Borrowed kindness in my mouth copied timing from the ones I trusted learned to lower every bruise till it looked like good composure And that's the part that stays with me nothing shattered, nothing wasted just a life in minor edits cut so clean it almost passed for grace [Pre-Chorus] Spin me slowly I turn to pattern kaleidoscope made out of manners I can fill the frame and still come back missing from the center [Chorus] Chroma I wore a different shade for every face turned with the angle, matched the pressure not one clean lie, just small revisions till even I believed them better Chroma if every color keeps a ghost show me the line that still runs through not one pure hue, not one grand answer just something I can still call true [Bridge] I do not need to come back colorless I am not asking to be untouched Let the borrowed hues stay where they lived let the copies keep their names I just need one undertone beneath the bloom, beneath the splinter one low current I can follow when every surface starts to turn If there is mercy in this breaking let it be this not innocence coherence [Final Chorus] Chroma I wore a different shade for every face now I can hear the undertone beneath them not one clean lie, just small revisions but something in me stayed together Chroma let every color keep its ghost I only need the line that runs through not one pure hue, not one grand answer just the self that keeps me true [Outro] Coat on the chair keys in the bowl blue-white hum from the freezer door I can hear the house go still and know which version made it home