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They say he walked into the shop, a place where mirrors never stopped. He met a man with silver hands, who sold him something few demand. "You want to leave without a trace? No shadows left, no lines, no face? I have a trade," the merchant grinned, "Give up yourself—just shed your skin." A flicker, a shift, a silent vow, his face was there, and then… not now. He turned to see but found no frame, his body walked, but no one came. Did he fade away, or was he set free? Was he still himself, or just a memory? I left myself in silver glass, now no one sees, no shadows cast. I walk unseen, I drift alone, but was I real before I’d gone? At first, the silence felt so kind— no eyes, no weight, no ties to bind. He passed unseen through every door, but saw no smiles, no gazes warm. The world moved on, the crowds still swayed, but he remained—a ghost unfazed. No proof he was, no proof he’d been, just space where someone once had been. "You were never here," the mirror sneered. "You were only seen, but never feared." A trade once made can’t be undone— you sold yourself, and now there’s none. I left myself in silver glass, but now I long for what has passed. No shadow walks where I have been, no eyes to see, no face, no skin. (Shatter.)
Instructional lyrics
[Intro: A sparse piano melody echoes in the distance, each note slightly off-key. A low, pulsing synth hums beneath it, steady but ominous. The vocals enter—spoken, detached, as if telling an urban legend.] They say he walked into the shop, a place where mirrors never stopped. He met a man with silver hands, who sold him something few demand. [Verse 1: The bassline slinks in, steady but uneasy. The melody is playful yet unnerving, like a trickster humming a secret.] "You want to leave without a trace? No shadows left, no lines, no face? I have a trade," the merchant grinned, "Give up yourself—just shed your skin." A flicker, a shift, a silent vow, his face was there, and then… not now. He turned to see but found no frame, his body walked, but no one came. [Pre-Chorus: The tempo slows slightly, tension creeping in. Backing vocals whisper in warped, reversed echoes.] Did he fade away, or was he set free? Was he still himself, or just a memory? [Chorus: The instrumentation swells—deep, layered harmonies crashing together in waves of sound.] I left myself in silver glass, now no one sees, no shadows cast. I walk unseen, I drift alone, but was I real before I’d gone? [Instrumental Break: The music warps—piano notes stretch, bending into a spiral of reversed echoes. Distant laughter fades in, then vanishes before it can fully form.] [Verse 2: The groove returns, but it’s more frantic now, a creeping urgency beneath the surface.] At first, the silence felt so kind— no eyes, no weight, no ties to bind. He passed unseen through every door, but saw no smiles, no gazes warm. The world moved on, the crowds still swayed, but he remained—a ghost unfazed. No proof he was, no proof he’d been, just space where someone once had been. [Bridge: The rhythm halts completely—only vocals now, slow and ominous. Distant metallic creaks echo in the background.] "You were never here," the mirror sneered. "You were only seen, but never feared." A trade once made can’t be undone— you sold yourself, and now there’s none. [Final Chorus: Bigger, swelling, more distorted, as if collapsing under its own weight.] I left myself in silver glass, but now I long for what has passed. No shadow walks where I have been, no eyes to see, no face, no skin. [Outro: The music dissolves—chords melting into a thin, whispering reverb. A final, distant sound of shattering glass.]
Song info
Indie art-rock w/ playful yet eerie vibes. Offbeat groove, surreal spoken-word moments, bouncy bass, warped synths, theatrical harmonies. Psychedelic yet absurd, like a dream unraveling.
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