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Sleepwalker

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[Genre] Industrial dark rock meets spartan dark folk with phantomcore trap elements, Cinematic horror atmosphere, [Vibe] Male vocals - venomous, theatrical, dripping with contempt, A poisonous entity stalking a child's bedroom, Swagger in the evil, Not bombastic, Sparse and menacing, [Sound] Dumpf, heavy, bass-driven, Evil industrial stomps and claps that echo like footsteps on wooden floors, Rhythmic electric guitar - twisted, cavernous, dripping with cold reverb, Sparse folk textures woven through trap-influenced beats, [Production] Lo-fi aesthetic but intentional, Hollow production like recorded in a stone cellar, The space between notes carries weight, Every sound feels inevitable and wrong, Industrial moments, stripped of everything except pure threat, The song breathes slowly, It waits, [Structure] Simple, Repetitive, Hypnotic, A lullaby from hell

Do you think the dawn will set you free? That sunlight washes clean the stain? It only means they wait for me To stitch the night back together again I know the names you do not speak The little gods beneath your bed I know the salt is on your cheek The silent prayers inside your head So dig your nails into the sheet I am the velvet, I am the vice I've brought you something bittersweet A final, frozen sacrifice It burns! My heart, it burns! A vacant, screaming stare! It burns! My heart, it burns! To feast upon your fragile light It burns! My heart, it burns! Consuming day and night! They bring me treasures from your room The sighs you smothered in the dark The splintered pieces of the moon That left their poison in your heart They press them cold against my skin These tiny deaths, these shards of dread And I can feel them deep within The feeding of the undead I am the harvester of sighs The curator of your childhood fears I drink the weeping from your eyes And savor it for years and years This heart, this furnace in the gloom This engine of your sweet distress Will keep me singing from the tomb Of your beloved nothingness And when you think you've found the light A fragile crack within the door That's when I pull you through the night To where the pain is so much more It burns! My heart, it burns! A vacant, screaming stare! It burns! My heart, it burns! To feast upon your fragile light It burns! My heart, it burns! Consuming day and night! Feel it now beneath your skin? This warmth is not the blanket's grace I live inside the space within And wear your sleeping, frightened face It burns! My heart, it burns! A vacant, screaming stare! It burns! My heart, it burns! To feast upon your fragile light It burns! My heart, it burns! Consuming day and night!