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Hollow

WALK ALONE

staring in the mirror
all i see is u
couldn’t be any clearer
what i need to do
the night is young
the moon is out
can u feel the sparks in the air? 

when we kiss under the moon 
u cauterize all my wounds
i cannot die it’s too soon 
baby i’m falling into a gravity well
that pulls me closer to u

dreamy eyes, yes
in ur sundress
as u stare at me 
i start to say 
“i can’t deny, 
ur dreamy eyes
make me feel like 
i’m lost in time” 

when we kiss under the moon 
u cauterize all my wounds
i cannot die it’s too soon 
baby i’m falling into a gravity well
that pulls me closer to u

there’s nowhere left to go
except right here next to u
nothing can stand in our way
everything will be okay 

u cauterize all my wounds
i cannot die it’s too soon 
baby i’m falling into a gravity well
that pulls me closer to u

cAuTeRiZe (under the moon)

(AI Generated Metal)

Title: “Mirrors of Smoke”
Genre: Post-Hardcore / Screamo
Theme: Life’s Mystery, Mysticism, Mind as Illusion, Transcendence of Life/Death

[Intro]
The veil is thin...
Between what is, what was,
And what was never real at all.

[Heavy Guitar Solo]

[Verse 1]
Ancient chants — echo from blood through bone,
Truths carved deep — in a temple of stone.
We light the fires — but fear the flames,
The mystics danced — and we forgot their names.

[Melodic Guitar Solo]

[Chorus 1]
Life is a flicker, mind a mask!
We claw at truth but never ask:
What if this world 
— Is just a dream,
A shadow of the light 
— In a deeper stream?

[Verse 2]
They whispered - 
“You are not the eyes, you are not the mind,
You are the boundless space from whence it all 
— Arises.”

[Melodic Guitar Solo]

[Chorus 2]
Mirror of smoke, illusion’s core!
What you chase — it was never yours!
Death is a myth — life is just a game,
All things return to that silent flame!

[Chorus 3]
The eye inside the eye…
Does not look, does not die.
It is the Witness,
It is the light.

[Chorus 4]
Crack open the mind, tear at the veil!
This thought-born world is bound to fail!
No heaven, no hell —
No time, no space —
Just silence wearing a million faces!

[Melodic Guitar Solo]

[Final Chorus]
Mirror of smoke, break the frame!
The dream dissolves, we stay the same.
Not born, not dead — beyond the scene,
The ancient fire that lights up the dream.

[Melodic Guitar Solo]

[Outro]
You are the mystery-
And the answer.

You are the mystery-
And the answer.

You are the mystery-
And the answer.

You are the mystery-
And the answer.

Mirrors of Smoke

Five Serpent's Teeth

Cult

To Ashes

The Art Of Balance

The Idiot Box

In Effigy

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Solitary confinement of their minds 
Infesting urge to kill 
Twisted swarm of savage lust and hate 
Enforcers of capital punishment 

Thrust into a ravenous crowd 
Convicted of crime, last words denied 

Psychological torture, their vengeance incomplete 
Families of murder victims, fiends for a remedy 
Therapeutic slaughter, an example for the weak 
 Justice without a system, Death on your TV screen 

Face the guillotine! 

Cephalectomy! 
Unsatisfied without blood on their hands 
They need to kill again 
Pleading for mercy 
Beg for the end 
Let them feed! 

Solitary confinement of their minds 
Infesting urge to kill 
Twisted swarm of savage lust and hate 
Enforcers of capital punishment 

Feeding frenzy, dismemberment 
Blood for the masses! 

Unrelenting prisoners are running out of time 
Trying to escape their sentence, claims of insanity 
Denied by the judges hammer, detained by demented beasts 
Dragged from the jury’s chambers, into a pit of hell 

Face the guillotine! 

Cephalectomy! 
Unsatisfied without blood on their hands 
They need to kill again 
Pleading for mercy 
Beg for the end 
Let them feed! 

Fountains of blood, cover the crowd! 

Disgrace the corpse, pleasure for gore 
Post-mortal rape, ejaculate 
Scattered remains, among a mass grave 
Slaughtered in public.

The Idiot Box

Shadows Fall

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