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Mixed & Mastered.
Musik, Text, "Gesang", Text: emhead
FL Studio
Keine Loops, alles Frickelei.
65 (130) bpm
Genre: "The Dark Side". Naja.
Diese Folge ist mir samt Text im Schlaf begegnet. Das war bei "Make Your Day" auch schon so.
Also schnell alles ins Handy gesummt. Bass und Gesangslinie. Schon teils mit Text.
Es geht um eine sterbende Beziehung, in der trotzdem die Abhängigkeit voneinander biblische Ausmaße annimmt.
Das hab ich im Text wörtlich genommen.
Der Gesang ist der ERSTE Take. Ich hab ihn bewusst so gelassen. Diesen dann mit "lalal.ai" in eine weibliche Stimme umgewandelt.
Es soll UNBEDINGT zerbrechlich und kaputt klingen. Sie fängt schlimm an - aber das wird dann später :-)
Text:
Tombstone
Silence echoes like a hospice in my chest.
Every pulse is just a shadow of the rest.
Holy water doesn’t clean me now.
I can’t feel it when you whisper in the dark.
Words are spoken like a sacred vow.
But the weight of them no longer leaves a mark.
Frosted psalms lie dormant deep beneath my skin.
Every prayer ends where symptoms first begin.
Pulse is steady, but it is not real.
I can’t feel it when your warmth surrounds my skin.
Love once offered, now it fails to heal.
Even scripture could't bring me back again.
I can't feel it when you press against my side.
Love decays in quiet chambers where I hide.
Flesh remembers, but the soul won’t rise.
I can’t feel it when you touch my trembling face.
Even mercy wears a thin disguise.
And redemption’s just an echo in this place.
Your devotion is a relic, sealed in glass.
I observe it like a priest who lets it pass.
There's no fever, though you call my name.
I can’t feel it when your voice breaks through the haze.
Time keeps moving, but it feels the same.
Like a tombstone where our love was laid to waste.
Like a tombstone where our love was laid to waste.
Like a tombstone where our love was laid to waste.
Musik, Text, "Gesang", Text: emhead
FL Studio
Keine Loops, alles Frickelei.
65 (130) bpm
Genre: "The Dark Side". Naja.
Diese Folge ist mir samt Text im Schlaf begegnet. Das war bei "Make Your Day" auch schon so.
Also schnell alles ins Handy gesummt. Bass und Gesangslinie. Schon teils mit Text.
Es geht um eine sterbende Beziehung, in der trotzdem die Abhängigkeit voneinander biblische Ausmaße annimmt.
Das hab ich im Text wörtlich genommen.
Der Gesang ist der ERSTE Take. Ich hab ihn bewusst so gelassen. Diesen dann mit "lalal.ai" in eine weibliche Stimme umgewandelt.
Es soll UNBEDINGT zerbrechlich und kaputt klingen. Sie fängt schlimm an - aber das wird dann später :-)
Text:
Tombstone
Silence echoes like a hospice in my chest.
Every pulse is just a shadow of the rest.
Holy water doesn’t clean me now.
I can’t feel it when you whisper in the dark.
Words are spoken like a sacred vow.
But the weight of them no longer leaves a mark.
Frosted psalms lie dormant deep beneath my skin.
Every prayer ends where symptoms first begin.
Pulse is steady, but it is not real.
I can’t feel it when your warmth surrounds my skin.
Love once offered, now it fails to heal.
Even scripture could't bring me back again.
I can't feel it when you press against my side.
Love decays in quiet chambers where I hide.
Flesh remembers, but the soul won’t rise.
I can’t feel it when you touch my trembling face.
Even mercy wears a thin disguise.
And redemption’s just an echo in this place.
Your devotion is a relic, sealed in glass.
I observe it like a priest who lets it pass.
There's no fever, though you call my name.
I can’t feel it when your voice breaks through the haze.
Time keeps moving, but it feels the same.
Like a tombstone where our love was laid to waste.
Like a tombstone where our love was laid to waste.
Like a tombstone where our love was laid to waste.
Tombstone
Silence echoes like a hospice in my chest.
Every pulse is just a shadow of the rest.
Holy water doesn’t clean me now.
I can’t feel it when you whisper in the dark.
Words are spoken like a sacred vow.
But the weight of them no longer leaves a mark.
Frosted psalms lie dormant deep beneath my skin.
Every prayer ends where symptoms first begin.
Pulse is steady, but it isn’t real.
I can’t feel it when your warmth surrounds my skin.
Love once offered, now it fails to heal.
Even scripture couldn't bring me back again.
I can't feel it when you press against my side.
Love decays in quiet chambers where I hide.
Flesh remembers, but the soul won’t rise.
I can’t feel it when you touch my trembling face.
Even mercy wears a thin disguise.
And redemption’s just an echo in this place.
Your devotion is a relic, sealed in glass.
I observe it like a priest who lets it pass.
There's no fever, though you call my name.
I can’t feel it when your voice breaks through the haze.
Time keeps moving, but it feels the same.
Like a tombstone where our love was laid to waste.
Like a tombstone where our love was laid to waste.
Like a tombstone where our love was laid to waste.
Silence echoes like a hospice in my chest.
Every pulse is just a shadow of the rest.
Holy water doesn’t clean me now.
I can’t feel it when you whisper in the dark.
Words are spoken like a sacred vow.
But the weight of them no longer leaves a mark.
Frosted psalms lie dormant deep beneath my skin.
Every prayer ends where symptoms first begin.
Pulse is steady, but it isn’t real.
I can’t feel it when your warmth surrounds my skin.
Love once offered, now it fails to heal.
Even scripture couldn't bring me back again.
I can't feel it when you press against my side.
Love decays in quiet chambers where I hide.
Flesh remembers, but the soul won’t rise.
I can’t feel it when you touch my trembling face.
Even mercy wears a thin disguise.
And redemption’s just an echo in this place.
Your devotion is a relic, sealed in glass.
I observe it like a priest who lets it pass.
There's no fever, though you call my name.
I can’t feel it when your voice breaks through the haze.
Time keeps moving, but it feels the same.
Like a tombstone where our love was laid to waste.
Like a tombstone where our love was laid to waste.
Like a tombstone where our love was laid to waste.
