Memento Vivere (DꖾS)

Melodic Metalcore, Dark Cinematic, Emocore

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#RememberToLive
#ExternalControl
#CutTheStrings
#InnerAwakening
#LifeIsFinite

© 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.

Cover artwork: AI-generated base, 
extensively refined, overpainted and enhanced 
with hand-drawn elements and watercolor textures by Sashariel.

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Album: PUPPETEERS, Track #6 (Final Song)
Album Link: https://suno.com/playlist/f2bb256b-76b5-45ee-9e2a-ce0ebd16ec97
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[INTRO]
Memento vivere.
Memento vivere.

[VERSE 1]
We’re born into other people’s worlds,
and learn their words as rules.
We learn our name from other mouths,
learn what gets kept, learn what gets corrected.
We learn to laugh at the right moment,
to soften a thought before it lands.
And early on, without noticing,
we learn what to say before we learn what we mean.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Not one command.
Just a pattern.
Just the quiet lesson:

𝑩𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔.

[CHORUS]
If our life needs permission, it is not our life.
If our truth must pass a test, it is not our voice.
We do not want to reach the end
and find a stranger in our place.
Memento vivere.
Let us live as the author, not the draft.
(let us live as the author)

[VERSE 2]
It rarely shows its teeth.
It wears good timing, polished manners.
A pause that turns a sentence guilty,
a smile that makes refusal rude.
Warmth gets offered like a favour,
then quietly moved out of reach.
So we start translating what we mean
until our meaning goes missing.

[PRE-CHORUS]
A mask can sit so naturally
you forget you ever chose it.
You call it growth.
It’s just control with better lighting.

[INTERLUDE]
Memento vivere.
(Memento vivere.)
Not tomorrow.
Not when it’s safe.

[VERSE 3]
Because time is not a lesson,
it does not wait for us to grow brave.
You don’t get years refunded
for being useful, for being easy to keep.
You can lose yourself without losing a fight,
without anyone raising a voice.
It’s frightening how normal it feels
to call your own life a compromise.

[PRE-CHORUS]
If we’re pulled into shape,
we’re still moving, but it isn’t us.
If we live as a version,
what happens to the original?

[BRIDGE]
Somewhere there is a line we never crossed,
not because it was wrong,
but because it would have been ours.
We keep thinking about the quiet years,
the small yes-es said to avoid a storm,
the softened words, the harmless smile.
And the question that stays after the music ends:

Was it our life,
or only a role we played well?

What if I leave this world and only played a life.
Strings can make you dance.
They cannot make you whole.
So give us wings that carry our own weight,
not strings that guide our steps.

Memento vivere.
Memento vivere.

Same person. New script. No ghostwriter.
Second take.

[OUTRO]
Memento vivere.
(Memento vivere.)
Second take.

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#RememberToLive #ExternalControl #CutTheStrings #InnerAwakening #LifeIsFinite © 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. Cover artwork: AI-generated base, extensively refined, overpainted and enhanced with hand-drawn elements and watercolor textures by Sashariel. ************ Album: PUPPETEERS, Track #6 (Final Song) Album Link: https://suno.com/playlist/f2bb256b-76b5-45ee-9e2a-ce0ebd16ec97 ************ [INTRO] Memento vivere. Memento vivere. [VERSE 1] We’re born into other people’s worlds, and learn their words as rules. We learn our name from other mouths, learn what gets kept, learn what gets corrected. We learn to laugh at the right moment, to soften a thought before it lands. And early on, without noticing, we learn what to say before we learn what we mean. [PRE-CHORUS] Not one command. Just a pattern. Just the quiet lesson: 𝑩𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. [CHORUS] If our life needs permission, it is not our life. If our truth must pass a test, it is not our voice. We do not want to reach the end and find a stranger in our place. Memento vivere. Let us live as the author, not the draft. (let us live as the author) [VERSE 2] It rarely shows its teeth. It wears good timing, polished manners. A pause that turns a sentence guilty, a smile that makes refusal rude. Warmth gets offered like a favour, then quietly moved out of reach. So we start translating what we mean until our meaning goes missing. [PRE-CHORUS] A mask can sit so naturally you forget you ever chose it. You call it growth. It’s just control with better lighting. [CHORUS] If our life needs permission, it is not our life. If our truth must pass a test, it is not our voice. We do not want to reach the end and find a stranger in our place. Memento vivere. Let us live as the author, not the draft. [INTERLUDE] Memento vivere. (Memento vivere.) Not tomorrow. Not when it’s safe. [VERSE 3] Because time is not a lesson, it does not wait for us to grow brave. You don’t get years refunded for being useful, for being easy to keep. You can lose yourself without losing a fight, without anyone raising a voice. It’s frightening how normal it feels to call your own life a compromise. [PRE-CHORUS] If we’re pulled into shape, we’re still moving, but it isn’t us. If we live as a version, what happens to the original? [BRIDGE] Somewhere there is a line we never crossed, not because it was wrong, but because it would have been ours. We keep thinking about the quiet years, the small yes-es said to avoid a storm, the softened words, the harmless smile. And the question that stays after the music ends: Was it our life, or only a role we played well? What if I leave this world and only played a life. Strings can make you dance. They cannot make you whole. So give us wings that carry our own weight, not strings that guide our steps. Memento vivere. Memento vivere. Same person. New script. No ghostwriter. Second take. [OUTRO] Memento vivere. (Memento vivere.) Second take.

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