TIRED OF WINNING

Atonement

Secrets

Let It Burn

Intro (0:00-0:30): [Soft, reversed piano notes fade in, layered with glitchy static and distant childlike laughter distorting into screams. Sub-bass hums like a heartbeat in panic.]
(Whispered, breathy vocals:)
Echoes of pastel chains,
Wrapped in glass and salt again.
Faded dolls with eyes like voids,
Looking in, the child avoids.
Verse 1 (0:30-1:00): [Sparse drums kick in, industrial clanks like knives on metal, building tension. Mid-tempo rap delivery with reverb.]
Staring down the fractured mirror, shards of me in pink and fear,
Teddy bears with stitches torn, secrets born before the dawn.
Whispers from the closet door, "You're broken, little one, no more,"
Candy wrappers stained in red, memories I thought were dead.
Alters rise like graveyard moths, fluttering in twisted cloths,
Childhood swings creak in the night, innocence lost to endless fight.
Chorus (1:00-1:30): [Heavy nu metal riffs drop, distorted guitars and dubstep wobbles. Vocals double-tracked: one clean melodic, one screamed.]
Looking into my traumacore,
Sweet decay behind the door!
Pastel blood on playground floors,
Echoes scream, "We want more!"
Fractured halo, blackened wings,
Dollhouse burns with hidden things!
Looking in, the void replies,
Trauma's lullaby never dies!
Verse 2 (1:30-2:00): [Post-rock swells with haunting synths, glitch effects mimicking derealization. Slower rap with breathy overlays.]
Buried in the softest grave, cotton candy waves of rage,
Porcelain smiles crack and bleed, feeding on the pain I need.
Family shadows twist the light, denying nights of endless fright,
Pill bottles like fairy dust, scattering trust into the rust.
Alters whisper spells of salt, hurricanes of hellish fault,
Acid tears on paper hearts, preserving art where healing starts.
Bridge (2:00-2:45): [Breakdown: Industrial dubstep drop with furnace roars, knife scrapes, and reversed audio of child whispers. Vocals build from whisper to guttural roar.]
(Overlapping echoes:)
Run to emptiness, take cover in the black,
Chemical spills of inspiration crack.
Words expelled like plagues in the wind,
Hurricanes of hellfire, where do I begin?
Snap back to the static, white reality burns,
Black bones incinerate, the cycle returns.
Chorus (2:45-3:15): [Intensified repeat, with added layers of screams and hypnotic synth loops.]
Looking into my traumacore,
Sweet decay behind the door!
Pastel blood on playground floors,
Echoes scream, "We want more!"
Fractured halo, blackened wings,
Dollhouse burns with hidden things!
Looking in, the void replies,
Trauma's lullaby never dies!
Outro (3:15-3:45): [Fade out with soft pastel synths glitching into silence, ending on a single, echoing moth wing flutter. Whispered final line:]
Preserved in wood and clay, the divine remains...
Looking in, forever chained.






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Let It Burn

Written By Wolves

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