about our own mortality and nothingness

about our own mortality and nothingness

emotional deathcore with intense and gripping guitars, intense blast beat drum work and emotional violin work.

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] Clock ticks loud, but the hands don’t care Dust in the wind, that’s all we are A breath, a spark, then gone somewhere No map, no light, just the great dark [Pre-Chorus] We build our castles, high and bright Paint our names across the night But time’s a tide that don’t think twice Washes it all to the other side [Chorus] Echoes fade, stars burn out Nothingness is where we start and end up now No heaven’s gate, no hell to fear Just the quiet hum of the atmosphere We’re born to bloom, then wither slow Dust to dust, we all must go Echoes fade, into the void Nothingness, but it don’t destroy [Verse 2] I’ve stared at the sky, asked “why?” out loud No answer came, just the clouds rolling by We love, we lose, we laugh, we cry Then our story’s just a lullaby [Pre-Chorus] We carve our dates in stone so tall Pretend we won’t be forgotten at all But rain and wind, they wear it thin Till even the stone surrenders to the din [Chorus] Echoes fade, stars burn out Nothingness is where we start and end up now No heaven’s gate, no hell to fear Just the quiet hum of the atmosphere We’re born to bloom, then wither slow Dust to dust, we all must go Echoes fade, into the void Nothingness, but it don’t destroy [Bridge] Maybe it’s okay, this empty space No pressure to be more than grace A moment here, a heartbeat strong That’s enough, where we belong No need for more, no need for less Just the beauty of the temporary mess [Chorus] Echoes fade, stars burn out Nothingness is where we start and end up now No heaven’s gate, no hell to fear Just the quiet hum of the atmosphere We’re born to bloom, then wither slow Dust to dust, we all must go Echoes fade, into the void Nothingness, but it don’t destroy [Outro] Clock ticks soft, now the hands stand still Dust in the wind, but we felt the thrill A breath, a spark, that’s all we need To say we lived, before we leave Echoes fade…