Alternative II - part 15

Verse 1
They show up tired, boots still damp
On foggy mornings, cold and cramped
Some days sharp, some days slow
But when they lag, the warnings grow

Verse 2
Careless hands just drift and grin
With sloppy work and paper-thin
No one calls them out or checks
Just silent nods and rubber necks

Chorus 1
They carry the weight, they take the blame
While the slackers skate with no shame
No thank you said, no nod, no grace
Just tired eyes in a thankless place
They earn respect but never hear it
While the loud ones fake the spirit
Still they show, still they try
But it stings when truth walks by

Verse 3
They see the slackers laugh and coast
Messin’ up but praised the most
While they get barked at when they’re slow
For one bad hour in a week of glow

Chorus 2
They carry the load, they feel the strain
While the slackers dodge the rain
No pat on the back, no honest word
Just silence loud enough to hurt
They earn their keep but get no credit
While the loud ones fake and edit
Still they show, still they care
But it’s hard when no one’s fair

Verse 4
It hits like rust behind the eyes
"What the beep?" they whisper, dry
Still they show, still they grind
But that kind of weight messes with your mind

Verse 5 – Final Verse: They Quit
One by one, they hang the coats
Leave behind the heavy loads
No big speech, no final fight
Just silence walking out of sight
The floor feels hollow, air turned still
Slackers grin, but lose the thrill
‘Cause when the ones who carry go
The whole damn place starts sinking slow

The ones who Carry Remix

[Verse 1]
I shut my eyes, the room dissolves
Static stars behind my skull
Every thought starts losing form
Like gravity don’t hold me anymore

Heartbeat hums in silent waves
I’m not asleep but not awake
Time bends thin, then slips away
I fall forward into shades of gray

[Pre-Chorus]
No words, no names
Just light and motion
I’m drifting through the space
Between my emotions

[Chorus]
Behind my eyelids — I’m flying again
Through broken colors and infinite ends
I don’t need wings, I don’t need ground
I leave my body when the lights go out
Behind my eyelids — I finally feel
Like I’m touching something real

[Verse 2]
Thoughts turn into constellations
Memories blur into vibration
Every fear starts shedding weight
As the dark begins to resonate

I see shapes I can’t explain
They breathe in rhythm with my pain
Maybe this is just my brain
Or maybe it’s a hidden plane

[Pre-Chorus]
No past, no scars
Just endless motion
I’m dissolving who I was
Into pure devotion

[Chorus]
Behind my eyelids — I’m flying again
Through endless black and brilliant bends
I don’t need truth, I don’t need sound
I lose myself to be found
Behind my eyelids — I finally see
Who I am when nothing’s watching me

[Bridge]
If I disappear for a moment
Don’t panic, I’ll be fine
I’m just chasing that quiet
Where the universe aligns

I don’t wanna escape forever
I just need a place to breathe
A second where the noise shuts up
And the stars talk back to me

[Break]
Close my eyes…
Let it pull me in…

[Final Chorus]
Behind my eyelids — I’m flying again
Through galaxies under my skin
No gravity, no disguise
Just truth in blackened skies
Behind my eyelids — I let go
And become the light I didn’t know

[Outro]
I open my eyes…
But part of me stays out there.

Behind My Eyelids

Dethcore — Necropolis
Necropolis is a melodic death metal concept album built on decay, power, and the long aftermath of human collapse. Across nine tracks, the album moves from corrupted empires and mass graves to plague, uprising, apocalypse, and finally silence.
This is not a story of heroes or salvation. Necropolis explores what remains after belief fails, authority rots, and the dead refuse to stay buried. Each song represents a different stage of collapse — from the rise of death-ruled kingdoms to the erasure of history itself — ending in a world that still stands, but no longer lives.
Musically and lyrically, the album balances aggression with atmosphere, melody with weight. Themes of corrupted rule, mass death, fear, and inevitability run through every track, forming a single, continuous descent rather than isolated songs.
Necropolis is a monument to what survives after everything else is gone.

The Wicked

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