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A recorded reading of “I Am the Hollow Where I Hid”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
There is no face— only the shape where one should have been. The void wears my silhouette like borrowed skin. But I do not belong to what I appear to be. Inside me, a smaller self waits— motionless, featureless. Not lost, but trapped in the suggestion of escape. The branches grow from thought. Every memory I forgot sprouts limbs— grasping for meaning through the cracks in my silence. I am both the shadow around the hole and the figure within it— witness and wound, echo and edge. You ask who I am. I answer with what I am not.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro: Clean electric guitar arpeggio with long delay; deep synth drone fades in.] There is no face— only the shape where one should have been. [Verse 1: Light tom beats, airy cymbal swells.] The void wears my silhouette like borrowed skin. But I do not belong to what I appear to be. Inside me, a smaller self waits— motionless, featureless. Not lost, but trapped in the suggestion of escape. [Chorus: Distorted guitars swell, drums heavier but slow.] The branches grow from thought. Every memory I forgot sprouts limbs— grasping for meaning through the cracks in my silence. [Verse 2: Drop back to clean guitar, bass faintly growling under.] I am both the shadow around the hole and the figure within it— witness and wound, echo and edge. [Bridge: Massive wall of distorted guitar, toms pounding; reverb-soaked scream-like vocals.] You ask who I am. I answer with what I am not. [Outro: Guitars fade to clean arpeggio again; single low bass note lingers.]
Song info
Atmospheric post-metal; clean reverb guitars building into heavy distortion swells, slow tom-driven drums, deep synth pads.
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