[Intro] Palm mute Breath held Koto picking like a ticking spell One note Thin thread Tied tight to the back of my neck
[Verse 1] Jaw clenched in the glow of the screen Red eyes counting every small defeat Click Drag Cut Paste Repeat I wear my failure like armored teeth Another plan written in rust Another vow buried in dust Still that brittle string in my chest Keeps humming Keeps humming
[Chorus] Folding steel Splintered silk I’m carved in halves that never fit Hard lines Hairline rifts I’m breaking open just to shift Folding steel Splintered silk Pull me sharp Then let me slip If I tear I tear to build Folding steel Splintered silk
[Verse 2] You speak in straight lines Clean and clear I answer crooked Full of gear Every word a jagged tooth Grinding at the edge of truth Koto cutting through the grind Thin wire tracing every fault line I hear a future in the noise I hear a choice I hear a choice
[Chorus]
[Bridge] [low vocal register] Knuckles white on a paper crane Every crease remembers shame But watch it rise on burning air Ugly shape But it’s still there
[spoken Close to mic] Say my cracks out loud Name each fracture proud
[Breakdown] Left foot Right foot On this fault I stand If it splits tonight I still lift my hands Let the chug run wild Let the string run thin If the world caves in I will fold again
[Chorus]
Stijl van muziek
Aggressive djent groove at 130–150 BPM, low-tuned 8-string guitars locking to a stuttering kick and tight snare. Koto cuts through with sharp plucks on the off-beats and eerie melodic fills between chugs. Verses stay syncopated and dry; chorus widens with stacked gang vocals, octave leads, and koto doubling the main hook. Brief halftime bridge with atmospheric reverb, then a final riff-driven breakdown that slams back into the chorus. Male vocals, a mix of mid screams and shouted cleans., djent