[Verse 1] Neon red on the concrete wall Dust on the portrait Eyes still watch Elevator stuck between floors Static in the hallway Breathing
[Chorus] Concrete echoes beneath the tower We march in circles Counting hours Old machines remember our names Rust and memory One and the same
[Verse 2] Empty tram Gliding through the fog Seats for ghosts Windows full of winter Your face in the glass for a second Then just gray
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[Bridge] [whispered vocals] File cabinets Full of frozen summers Names crossed out But the ink stays warm [low vocal register] If history sleeps in the basement Why do the pipes still sing?
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Style de musique
Cold-war sovietwave under a dark ambient blanket: detuned analog pads, distant factory clanks, tape-saturated leads. Slow, marching pulse on the low end with mechanical hi-hat ticks; reverb-drenched choirs swell like ghosted anthems. Sparse male vocals in a low register, half-spoken, half-sung, occasionally doubled with a distorted whisper, building to a hypnotic, oppressive hook., dark ambient