Hello my Suno friends, this is part of the StoryTellerZ Mini-Event ---------------"FallOut"------------------ Playlist here: https://suno.com/playlist/99633570-99c2-43b3-bffa-547db6a32fe0 Thank you ... for listening ... 🙏 Cheers Preo 💋 ___________________________________________ ▶ Die Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten. ▶ Wir sind die StorytellerZ im Discord unter: 👉 https://discord.gg/pXKrJtmAe7 ___________________________________________ ©2025 developed by Preoccupied ___________________________________________ “Step right up, folks — if the sun’s too hot and the world’s gone rotten, why not hide away in a Vault? Guaranteed safety, guaranteed comfort,” “Vault‑Tec keeps you safe — even from yourself!” I walk these old highways, once my smile sold a dream. Back then we pretended — everything was simple and clean. Well — suddenly that ended. Now the evil sun cuts through myself, or what is left of me. The windy sand doesn’t bother, too — it just hisses past my ears, like the wasteland whispering what’s left of me away. No one remembers my name, true, but they know what I became to be. Stay in the Vault, stay in the Vault, where darkness feels like light by default. You broke the world above and called it “free,” so stay down there — hear my plea, it’s brighter than up here with me. You’re all down there in your safe Vaults, counting years, forgetting your faults. Two centuries of waiting for the sky to turn kind again. Up here, kindness is just a rumor, carried off by a storm that scrapes the skin from memory. And freedom tastes like pain that never leaves your tongue — for so long. Stay in the Vault, stay in the Vault, where darkness feels like light by default. You broke the world above and called it “free,” so stay down there — hear my plea, it’s brighter than up here with me. I keep holding on to a soul that slipped away long ago — Finally I crossed the line, joined the monsters — fine — left me walking endlessly through dystopia in sunshine. Something screams behind the dunes, calling my soul back home. I’m nothing but the shell, the wasteland is my hell. Stay in the Vault, stay in the Vault, where darkness feels like light by default. You broke the world above and called it “free,” so stay down there — hear my plea, it’s brighter than up here with me. I used to stand under studio lights, pretending to be men who had goals. Funny thing — I was better at acting then, so bright, than I am at surviving now — with lost souls. Some days I hum the old tunes, trying to drown out the screech of whatever hunts the night, the ones that almost rhyme while I walk through the sunshine. Stay in the Vault, stay in the Vault, where darkness feels like light by default. You broke the world above and called it “free,” so stay down there — hear my plea, it’s brighter than up here with me. I’ll keep walking through the shit, a face the world forgot (forgot), a man once, who failed to quit long before my nose got rid — but still not dead. No, I’m not. [end]
