Winter Mask (Feat. Clever LyrX) [TRA Winterfest]

Remixed from 𝒞𝓁ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 ℒ𝓎𝓇𝒳 riff here: https://suno.com/song/9f94fe0e-bcc2-467c-92dc-f6136bf55ba3 ****************************************************************************** ***Like rock or metal? Check out the TRA Discord! https://discord.gg/tra-studio *** ****************************************************************************** [Intro] Cozy family photo time… everyone, pretend we like each other. [Choir Intro] “hm-hm-hm-hm-hm…” All is calm, all is bright… “hm-hm-hm-hm-hm…” Hold your breath, stay in the light… [Verse 1] They drag the couch in front of the tree, ugly sweaters, same routine. Fairy lights like interrogation beams— we freeze in place, no room to breathe. Dad says, “Closer, look like love,” I taste the sugar, choke on steam. No one asks how I’ve been; they measure love in clicks and screens. [Pre-Chorus] “Smile for grandma, don’t mention the fight.” “Say grace, skip the truth, get the angle right.” I pose on command, I nail the frame— but I don’t feel winter, just the shame. [Chorus] Teach me how to winter; I don’t feel it like you do. Picture-perfect, dead inside, smiling only on cue. Matching sweaters, mismatched souls, kneeling under borrowed light. All is calm in the photo— chaos buried deep inside. [Verse 2] Table set like a magazine, carved-up bird and bottled grace. Silver bells and china clink, but no one looks me in the face. We pass the turkey, dodge the truth, trade small talk like scripted lines. We toast to “us,” we drink to cope— call this circus “family time.” [Pre-Chorus 2] We practice closeness like a scene rehearsed, filtering fractures so the lies look real. We decorate the walls, not the wounds— I rehearse your joy, still don’t feel winter. [Chorus] Teach me how to winter; I don’t feel it like you do. Picture-perfect, dead inside, smiling only on cue. Matching sweaters, mismatched souls, quiet carols, borrowed light. All is calm in the photo— chaos buried deep inside. [Bridge] Family photo, family fraud— bless this mess, don’t mention God. We light the candles, burn in shame, call it love, forget our names. We don’t heal here, we rehearse, line by line, it’s getting worse. Hold your breath, say “family,” hope the flash will set us free. We’re just ghosts in 4K frames. Take the picture. We can fall apart later. “bluesy expressive guitar over sparse piano, distant bells, and building strings” [Final Chorus] No one taught me winter— how to feel and not just freeze. Smile on autopilot, wrapped in scripted pleasantries. Matching sweaters, mismatched souls, quiet carols, borrowed light. All is calm in the photo— but I’m shaking through the night. [Outro] “hm-hm-hm-hm-hm…” Hold the pose a little longer… “hm-hm-hm-hm-hm…” “Looks so happy,” says the screen… Save it, post it, frame it— pretend one day we’ll believe it.