Delirium comes in two parts.

Manic, and Depressive.
Manic is available here: https://soundcloud.com/reckless-ember/delirium-manic

Crayon dreams on paper walls again
I hear his voice, but he's not a friend
Why does no one know I'm not safe?
Delirium, I'm screaming but no one hears.
Delirium

Tears dried up before they fell.
I don't know how I upset you, well, I know I'll find out.
That bottle makes you someone I wish I'd never known.
Delirium… Those scars are still there.
Delirium... Buried in my head.
Someone hold my hand.

Delirium... I'm crying my heart out...
Delirium... but they never come
Delirium...

Delirium, I'm not dreaming anymore
I'm just the silence you ignored
Delirium, I'm all that remains
Of the child who learned too much...
Too soon

Delirium (Depressive)

Rain on the window, socks on the floor,
The tea’s gone cold, you’re curled by the door.
You don’t need answers, don’t need to talk,
Just arms like anchors when hearts can't walk.

You said, “I’m fine,” but your voice gave you up,
So I poured more silence in your empty cup.
No grand solutions, no holy hush—
Just come here, love... you need a cwtsh.

cwtsh for the soul, cwtsh for the storm,
When the world feels heavy and nothing feels warm.
Wrap me in myth, in starlight and skin,
Where the dragon rests and the songs begin.
Call it a spell, call it a sigh—
It’s how we hold what we can’t define.
No need for much... just give me a cwtsh.

You scroll through news that bruises the mind,
Doom and dopamine at the same time.
Your shadow’s tired, your smile's on leave,
So I light the fire, let the heart believe.

Forget the hustle, forget the plan—
We’re more than just code or some “data man.”
There’s ancient magic in this rush,
So stop, sit still... and take your cwtsh.

cwtsh for the soul, cwtsh for the shame,
When you’ve lost your way or forgot your name.
Wrap me in roots, in rhythm and hush,
Like a stone in a stream or a painter’s brush.
Call it a prayer, call it a push—
It’s how we stay when the world says, “shush.”
No need for much... just give me a cwtsh.

Arianrhod in silver threads,
Spins love from all the things unsaid.
Even ghosts lean in to touch—
Some wounds don’t close, they just need a cwtsh.

From Mam’s old hands to your child’s first cry,
From pub goodbyes to a chapel sky,
There’s more to truth than thoughts can crush—
Sometimes it speaks in a single cwtsh.

cwtsh for the soul, cwtsh for the fight,
When you’ve run out of words in the middle of night.
Wrap me in Wales, in myth, in trust—
Let hiraeth breathe in the quiet dust.
Call it love, or call it hush—
It's the only thing I never rush.
No need for much…
Just give me a cwtsh.

Ich liebe nur dich (feat. Sarah Engels)

Pietro Basile

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