[Instrumental Intro] [Single electric guitar, clean warm neck-pickup tone, melancholic arpeggios] [Deep delay and room reverb, 69 BPM, key: Bbm] [Verse 1] [Deep, low baritone male vocals, gritty and slow] From the road he made a journey carrying silences on his shoulders his hands sewn to the clock time, his friend, now hurries by and he wondered... why it leaves no trace when he looks back, his shadow blurs. [Pre-Chorus] [Heavy drums enter, massive powerful snare on beats 2 and 4, building tension] It is that time, master of whom if named, it monopolizes everything he had to keep it hidden in drawers for tomorrow and the futures conjugated ah... but it knows how to slip through the cracks. [Chorus] [Explosion of heavy Drop B distorted guitars, wall of sound, epic emotional vocals] The road lacks the precipice the beginning of everything, out of the blue, is said with a grimace he releases ballast like an anchor to the descent pulling on the remains of the clock's hands of the thread to his tight hands [Bridge] [Guitars slow down to a dark, crushing groove, voice becomes an intense, low growl] look where he can look with that... lost gaze his free hands now embrace the face empty of light. [Outro] [Music strips back to the clean, lonely guitar arpeggio from the intro] [Vocalist whispers deeply, fading into nothingness] Nothingness is a whole that he put in a sack of silences. [Sudden hard stop, no fade-out]
