The Next Step: Songs from Season 8, Vol. 2

The Feeling

The Next Step: Songs from Season 8, Vol. 1

Reality (Shad Version)

A dark, cinematic alternative rock track that bleeds exhaustion and defiance.
Whispered verses crawl beneath the skin, breaking into raw, raspy power as the chorus erupts.
Warm distorted guitars and analog drums echo like a heartbeat fading in the dark.
“Soulsucker” is for those who’ve given too much — and finally whisper back, “so go suck someone else.”

Lyrics, concept & creativity by me – music produced with AI (Suno).

TaniSa - Soulsucker

You used to hum when you’d make coffee,
Now I find that same tune haunting me,
Your sweaters hang beside my coat,
And time’s been stitching at the seams we wrote.

There’s an empty chair we never use,
Where I would fold shirts now get confused,
Little mountains made of days gone by,
Where all our yesterdays still lie.

It’s not that I forget my ways,
It’s that they’ve learned to dance with yours,
Every step, each quiet phase,
Turns our two hearts into chords.

I talk like you now, move like you now,
I even dream the way you do somehow,
Our rhythms blend, the lines have blurred,
In every gesture, every word.
The bed’s unmade the way you’d leave,
But now it feels like home to me,
Two souls, two rooms, one melody 
You’ve grown inside the rest of me.

I catch your slang in the things I say,
You laugh the way I used to pray,
We share a look, we share the sound,
Of finding comfort where love’s found.
The snacks you loved now rest in twos,
The spine of mine beside of you,
And when we fix the bed at night,
Our hands already know what’s right.

You tilt your head the way I do,
You walk my pace without a cue,
And though we started miles apart,
We’ve built a world that shares one heart.

I talk like you now, move like you now,
I even dream the way you do somehow,
Our rhythms blend, the lines have blurred,
In every gesture, every word.
The bed’s unmade the way you’d leave,
But now it feels like home to me,
Two souls, two rooms, one melody 
You’ve grown inside the rest of me.
On that chair, the clothes still lie,
A silent proof that time can tie,
Two stories written side by side,
No need to ask which one is mine.

I talk like you now, breathe like you now,
We find the same peace in the same vow,
The morning light, the late coffee,
The small things weaving you through me.
And when we rest, the world can see,
There’s no divide of you and me,
Just two souls in quiet symmetry 
Becoming one, becoming free.

There’s an empty chair in our small home,
Where every habit finds its clone,
And if the world should drift away,
I’d still fold life the way you say.

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