Hanging From The Ceiling
grunge rock, melancholic, raw, distorted electric guitar, heavy drum beats, gravelly vocals
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Lyrics
[Intro – slow, distorted guitar riff, distant cymbal crash]
(Instrumental Solo)
[Verse 1 – muted guitar strums, dragging snare]
The walls breathe dust and empty words
The floorboards creak where hope was heard
A frayed rope swings in the cold dark air
No one’s coming to pull me from here
[Pre-Chorus – building guitar feedback, steady kick drum]
The silence screams louder than any shout
I’m tired of fighting what wears me out
The ceiling stares like a cold dead eye
I’m ready to let the dark pass by
[Chorus – full distorted guitar, pounding drums, raw vocals]
Hanging from the ceiling, where the shadows hide
No more lies, no more endless tide
Hanging from the ceiling, finally at peace
The world below can let me cease
[Verse 2 – gritty guitar arpeggios, snare roll accents]
The phone’s been dead for three long days
No one’s knocked to hear my praise
The sheets are cold where I used to lay
I’m leaving all my ghosts today
[Pre-Chorus – rising guitar intensity, crashing cymbals]
The weight of years crushes my chest
I’m tired of trying to pass the test
The ceiling waits like an old friend’s hand
I’m ready to leave this broken land
[Chorus – layered guitars, thunderous drums, strained vocals]
Hanging from the ceiling, where the quiet stays
No more pain, no more empty days
Hanging from the ceiling, free at last
The world won’t know how long I’ve passed
[Bridge – stripped-back clean guitar, soft vocal delivery]
I wrote no note, no final line
Just left the dark to take what’s mine
The rope will hold, the ceiling won’t bend
I’m finally free from the endless end
[Solo – screaming distorted guitar, feedback wails, heavy reverb]
(Instrumental Solo)
[Final Chorus – maximum distortion, chaotic drums, visceral vocals]
Hanging from the ceiling, where the dark won’t fade
No more fear, no more charade
Hanging from the ceiling, gone from sight
The world can keep its endless fight
[Outro – fading guitar hum, single final cymbal crash]
The ceiling still holds the frayed old rope
No one will know how I let go