Nothing Left Gleams

[slow inhale] Caught up with bad actors... Destruction in their reason... You don’t want a blemish on your puritan culture... [beat drop: low violin swell + 808 kick] Cattle call of psycho's — a method in the lesson. Yeah, they got a dark sign, call you an enemy, Empty dreams mourning in a vase cracked by time, Pouring out their morals come pouring out — but all that's left is envy. [tempo shift: pulsing percussion starts, baritone builds] Broken up like tallow, broken up by breakdown, Prisoner to the gallows, French make in your crown. [Verse 1: The Jackal – melodic whisper → falsetto rise] [808s bounce, slight distortion on voice] Give me a sign, yeah I'm pleading~ Gave away all my goodwill, Fucked up by what you steal. Maybe in time, you won’t be so misleading~ Yeah, you got bad intentions and bad thoughts, But the tool is not the crutch — [spoken growl] You just like how the blade feels pressed to your touch. [Chorus: Dual vocals – layered falsetto + baritone harmony] [cinematic string rise, ambient drone builds] Blow it up in smoke — there goes my future, Hand to hand and dance to dance to hand, Getting caught up like a loser~ Simpler times are like ecstasy, Pouring out wine for what should be, But nostalgia isn’t what it seems, Everything fades and nothing left gleams... [Chorus Echo – ghost falsetto, faded piano return] [voice echoes as if from old tape, detuned slightly] Simpler times are like ecstasy, Pouring out wine for what should be, But nostalgia isn’t what it seems, Everything fades and nothing left gleams... (oh oh...) [Verse 2:] [808s hit harder, background violin loop] Comparing isn’t sharing when you’re dealing out pain, I just make music like a kid dancing in the rain. (oh no no) Call it out as deep fakes, empty the levies and drain the lake, But your line in the sand is so hypocritical — You call it a good time and I call it a clown show. You just want a situation and I am not your beau. [tempo cut – silence for 1 second – return with growl] It hits my senses, stinks because it’s pretentious, Smells like blood and blood not wine, mixed up in a slate brine. [Verse 3: The Jackal – aggressive layered vocals, whispered bridge into venom] [distorted hum under vocals, kickdrum reverb] You call it healing — I call it stage fright, Slap a moral on it just to sleep at night. Drape your sins in linen, light 'em like a candle, But I see the strings — marionette with no handle. [spoken falsetto line → shriek echo FX] Grew up on sermons and subliminal scripts, But I broke the frame — now the film just rips. Said I’m bitter? Nah, I’m seasoned, broiled in grief, Carved like obsidian, sharp as belief. [Bridge – echo fades, voice grows hollow] (Whispers) You want me sane? Then why write me like a demon in chains? I’m not your bloom — I’m the ash in the rose, The part of the poem that nobody chose. [Final Chorus – full stack harmony, ghost choir echoes] [everything returns, strings + metal + ambient loop, cinematic climax] Simpler times are like ecstasy, Pouring out wine for what should be, But nostalgia isn’t what it seems, Everything fades and nothing left gleams... (Oh oh) Everything fades and nothing left gleams... (Oh no...) Nothing left gleams... [Outro: vinyl crackle, slow breath out, single string pluck fading into black]