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A recorded reading of “The Hollowing”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
I have opened my mouth to scream, but the void has already nested in my throat. It coils there, a parasite, a prayer no god will claim. My skin is no longer my own— stitched and spliced, woven with wires of forgotten wails. I am not man, nor beast, nor thing, but the echo of something left behind, a relic of writhing hunger. Behind me, the watchers stir, eyes burning in their socketed stillness. They draft the blueprints of my undoing, fingers gnarled and unyielding, pulling at the seams of what I was until I am nothing but a scream— a sound unclaimed, a mouth unmade.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro: Sparse, mechanical—glitching synth pulses, distant echoes, ghostly whispers.] (I have opened my mouth to scream… but the void… the void…) It coils there, a parasite, A prayer no god will claim. [Verse 1: Tense, creeping—low, distorted vocals, metallic percussion.] My skin is no longer my own, Stitched and spliced, woven with wails. I am not man, nor beast, nor thing— Just an echo, just a shadow, A relic of writhing hunger. [Chorus: Explosive, dissonant—crushing drums, layered, distorted screams.] (I unravel, I erode—pulled apart, a hollowed ghost!) The watchers carve me into blueprints, Trace my veins like severed threads. (I am nothing… but a scream!) [Verse 2: Uneasy, glitching—bass pulses erratically, vocals more desperate.] Behind me, the watchers stir, Eyes burning in socketed stillness. Their fingers pull at my seams, Their whispers gnaw at my name. [Bridge: Chaotic, spiraling—static-laced synths, warped vocal layers.] (Pull me under, break me open… let the void replace my bones!) They draft my undoing, And I— I am nothing. [Chorus: Final eruption—percussion crashes, vocals layered with distortion.] (I unravel, I erode—pulled apart, a hollowed ghost!) The watchers carve me into blueprints, Trace my veins like severed threads. (I am nothing… but a scream!) [Outro: Dissolving, fading—glitching synths distort into silence, vocals reduced to whispers.] A sound unclaimed. A mouth unmade.
Song info
Industrial darkwave—mechanical percussion, distorted synths, droning bass, haunting layered vocals.
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