When The World Stopped Moving: The Live EP

Angelina

I Don't Know

Good Looking (Stripped)

Orlando

(You) On My Arm

flounder

promised

touch tank

Love Letter From The Sea to The Shore

american spirit

if u want

libretto:
They whisper below the stone,
Their rhythm echoes through my bones.
Is it memory, or design?
The song they sing… could it be mine?


Footsteps fall where no one stands,
Fingers tremble  blood and sand.
Every shadow hums my name,
But every echo sounds the same.

They ask me things I cannot say,
Like where I was before decay.


Choir of the Abyss  sing me awake,
Pull me beneath what dreams can’t take.
Your rhythm binds the truth I’ve missed,
Beneath the crown  the abyss persists.



Their eyes are light, their voices cold,
They hum the sins I’ve left untold.
If I am queen, what world remains?
A throne of loss, a heart in chains.


The music bleeds, the mirrors crack,
I hear them sing  but can’t sing back.


Choir of the Abyss  sing me awake,
Pull me beneath what dreams can’t take.
Your rhythm binds the truth I’ve missed,
Beneath the crown  the abyss persists.

“You made us…”
“Forgot us…”
“Now remember…”
“Return…”

Choir of the Abyss

if u want

Keni Titus