VERSE 1 – intimate voice / distorted observation I trace the dust upon forgotten photographs. Every grain is a silent witness to a time that never truly passed. They say the past is a foreign country, but I still carry its passport. And the ink bleeds into the present, a stain I cannot ignore. I built a fortress of silence, brick by brick, a fragile shield. But every night the wind whispers your name, a truth I cannot hide. VERSE 2 – psychedelic / unstable reality The city breathes a rhythm I no longer understand. Every siren is a broken promise, a ghost wandering the land. I saw a man selling shadows, cheap illusions sealed inside a jar. He said, “My friend… sometimes light is only a trick, a distant star fading away.” “You’re chasing reflections in the mirror, a phantom you’ll never hold. But the real magic lives inside the stories that were never told.” Silence stretched like a torn canvas, revealing what lay beneath. A crow flew overhead, a feathered omen, a whisper of hope. He smiled and said, “I’d rather live through the chaos of a storm than the stillness of a grave. Not everything that’s broken is lost, and not every calm is courage.” CHORUS – heavy / hypnotic Ooh… the echo of your absence, a symphony of sorrow. Ooh… a phantom limb, a memory inside my mind. Ooh… it keeps repeating, a broken, haunting melody. Beneath the pale and indifferent moon. BRIDGE – psychedelic / disorientation Words are fragile vessels; they shatter the moment you speak them. Some feelings arrive already bruised; others break apart while searching for meaning. Reality is a kaleidoscope, forever shifting, never standing still. You try to grasp its patterns, but it bends against your will. Like a river flowing backward, defying every law. And meaning… is the current pulling you into its depths. OUTRO – dissolution / loop I trace the dust upon forgotten photographs. Ooh… I still believe. In the inventory of invisible things. Yes… it keeps repeating… (Fade out with ethereal synthesizers and distant guitar echoes.)
