Dead Colors (DꖾS)

#InnerEmptiness #Anhedonia #EmotionalNumbness #ColorlessDays #FadedInside © 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 #3 Album Link: https://suno.com/playlist/de8a54e3-2f43-4b8b-86dd-c73a26ca46a7 ************ > LYRICS [Intro] Every day looks the same same weight same air I wake up and feel ... nothing [Verse 1] I know this should feel better now less noise less damage but something in me stayed behind and nothing really takes its place Nothing cuts nothing stays nothing leaves a mark I move through all these empty hours like they were never mine [Pre-Chorus] And maybe that's the hardest part not pain not loss just how little anything can move [Chorus] Dead colors everything fades into the same I keep waiting for one reaction something real enough to leave a trace Dead colors (Dead colors) I don't need a cure I need a pulse something strong enough to break the silence and tell me I'm still here [Verse 2] Sometimes my mind goes back a bit not to stay not to return just to remember even bad days still had enough in them to hurt And I hate that I hate that thought how numb can twist the past make old wounds look almost holy just because they made me feel [Pre-Chorus] If this is peace I don't want it if this is healing why does it feel like all the color left too soon [Chorus] Dead colors everything fades into the same I keep waiting for one reaction something real enough to leave a trace Dead colors (Dead colors) I don't need a cure I need a pulse something strong enough to break the silence and tell me I'm still here [Verse 3] How many quiet days can hollow out a life before you stop calling it a phase How much of you can fade into the same before your own name sounds strange Maybe the cruelest kind of dying is not the end but the slow retreat when nothing cuts and nothing heals and even your own heart feels out of reach [Break] Not joy not light just something real [Chorus] Dead colors everything fades into the same I keep waiting for one reaction something real enough to leave a trace Dead colors (Dead colors) I don't need a cure I need a pulse something strong enough to break the silence and tell me I'm still here [Outro] Every day looks the same same weight same air I wake up and wait for... something