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βŠ— 𖀐 NOTHING FITS MY SKIN 𖀐 βŠ— BY BLACKTHORN RIOT 𖀐 βŠ—

Rikki Morningstar πŸ₯πŸŽΈ
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Rikki Morningstar πŸ₯πŸŽΈ
Dark, hypnotic Alternative Metal with dreamy Shoegaze, 90s Alternative Rock and crushing Nu Metal, Slow, sensual, eerie and claustrophobic, Verses feel weightless and intimate with sparse downtuned guitars, shimmering ambience, feedback and deep pulsing bass, Choruses suddenly explode into massive fuzzy guitar walls, syncopated low riffs and huge organic drums, Violins are ghostly and unsettling: trembling harmonics, distant sustained notes, sharp dissonant strikes and frantic scraping in the breakdown, becoming soaring and painfully melodic in the final chorus, Male vocals are breathy, close-mic and vulnerable, almost whispered during verses, gradually developing rasp and tension before erupting into anguished melodic screams, Breakdown is extremely low, slow and oppressive, Raw analog texture, imperfect performances, wide dynamics and atmospheric silence, Dreamlike, alienated, intimate, anxious, beautiful, heavy and human
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𖀐 ⌁ † SONG BY BLACKTHORN RIOT † ⌁ 𖀐 𖀐 ⌁ † CARVED INTO THE NIGHT BY MAVROS BLACKTHORN, DAIN WRAITHSWORTH & RIKKI MORNINGSTAR † ⌁ 𖀐 𖀐 βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ—π–€ βŠ— [Intro] [Thin violin note slowly trembling] Don't turn the light on. I look better when I'm almost gone. [Verse 1] I woke up wearing someone else's face It moved when I moved Smiled when I smiled But something underneath was late. [Soft distorted violin whisper] Half a second. Maybe less. Enough to make the mirror feel like a window instead of glass. I touch my throat just to feel it move Still warm. Still breathing. Still... wrong. [Pre-Chorus] My name sounds strange inside my mouth [Violin slowly rising] Say it again. Maybe this time I'll turn around. [Chorus] NOTHING FITS MY SKIN TOO TIGHT TOO CLOSE LET ME OUT I FEEL MY BODY BREATHING BUT I DON'T KNOW WHO IT'S BREATHING FOR [Violin tearing upward] NOTHING FITS MY SKIN I PULL I SCRATCH I BEND BUT EVERY TIME I FIND MYSELF I DON'T RECOGNIZE WHAT'S LEFT. [Verse 2] Blue light spills across the floor I lie inside it wide awake Watching shadows crawl across my arms Like they know something I don't. [Delicate violin pulses] I count every breath. One. Two. Three. Why does breathing feel rehearsed? Why do my hands look better from a distance? Why does everybody recognize me except me? [Violin flickers sharply] Don't answer. I don't think I want to know. [Pre-Chorus] There's something beautiful about disappearing slowly [Violin bending uneasily] Until you realize you wanted someone to notice. [Chorus] NOTHING FITS MY SKIN TOO TIGHT TOO CLOSE LET ME OUT I FEEL MY BODY BREATHING BUT I DON'T KNOW WHO IT'S BREATHING FOR [Violin soaring painfully] NOTHING FITS MY SKIN I PULL I SCRATCH I BEND BUT EVERY TIME I FIND MYSELF I DON'T RECOGNIZE WHAT'S LEFT. [Bridge] [Single distant violin] Come closer. Look at me. Tell me what you see. No. Don't. [Violin trembling softly] If you say my name and I don't feel anything... I don't know what happens next. Sometimes I think I'm only real when somebody else is looking. [Breakdown] [Violin scraping in violent pulses] GET ME OUT OF THIS SHAPE! I DON'T FIT! I DON'T FIT! I DON'T FUCKING FIT! [Violins shrieking higher] PEEL BACK EVERY LAYER EVERY FACE EVERY NAME UNTIL THERE'S SOMETHING UNDERNEATH THAT STILL FEELS LIKE ME! [Final Chorus] NOTHING FITS MY SKIN BUT I CAN FEEL MY HEART KICK BACK EVERY BEAT IS UGLY EVERY BREATH IS MINE AND MAYBE THAT'S ENOUGH [Violin opening into a huge aching melody] NOTHING FITS MY SKIN SO LET IT STRETCH LET IT SCAR LET IT CHANGE I DON'T HAVE TO RECOGNIZE EVERY PIECE OF ME TO KNOW I'M STILL IN HERE. [Outro] [Fragile violin harmonics] I turn the light on. The mirror waits. I look at him. He looks at me. [One warm violin note] This time... neither of us looks away.