[Verse 1] Before the spark, before the name, There was the hush that knew no flame. No color bled, no pulse was spun, The thought unformed, the unbegun. A mirror faced itself in dream, A hollow hum beneath the seam. And from that void, a shadow’s hymn— The ricochet of oblivion. [Pre-Chorus] The silence grew, it learned to speak, Through minds of fire, through hearts grown weak. We built our cities out of scars, And called our darkness “ours.” [Chorus] Ricochet of oblivion, We echo where the light has gone. Through human hands, through open eyes, We forge the night we idolize. The stars once whispered what we are— Now smoke ascends to hide their scar. [Verse 2] Beneath our tongues, the ash still burns, The voice of earth, unheard, returns. We blind ourselves with neon skies, And choke on our own lullabies. The blackened sea, the fractured air, Reflects the void that lingers there. The more we reach, the less we see— The dark becomes our memory. [Pre-Chorus] From hollow minds, from rust and war, The quiet spreads, devours more. The planet hums a broken song, To those who swore they’d do no wrong. [Chorus] Ricochet of oblivion, We echo where the light has gone. Through human hands, through open eyes, We forge the night we idolize. The stars once whispered what we are— Now smoke ascends to hide their scar. [Bridge I] “The dark was born from me…” [Verse 3 – soft, introspective] Inside the chest, a whisper grows, A black sun where compassion froze. The wars we wage, the waste we breathe, Are children of the seeds beneath. O heart of coal, O mind of stone, We burned the world to feel alone. Yet in the ruin, something hums— The echo of what we’ve become. [Bridge II] In shadow’s depth, the soul confides, Through human eyes, the cosmos hides. The silence sings, the silence weeps— The womb of dark creation sleeps. Every choice, a spark misthrown, Every heart, a hollowed tone. Oblivion ricochets within— It starts and ends beneath our skin. [Final Chorus] Ricochet of oblivion, We echo what we can’t outrun. Through burning seas and empty hands, We built the void, we call it land. And when the stars forget our song, The dark remains—it waits, lifelong. [Outro] “The dark began with us…” …and silence answers.
