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They traced the lines with careful hands, each road a thread in shifting sands. The ink had faded, torn, and cracked, but still, the map kept leading back. The road would bend, the trees would part, a river marked in jagged art. A house, a bridge, a twisted gate— but when they checked, the town was blank. The compass spun, the stars stood still, each landmark lost beyond the hills. They swore they’d passed this tree before, but now it stood a mile more. Did we turn too soon? Did we walk too far? Did we miss the path, or was it never there at all? Step by step, line by line, chasing ghosts through borrowed time. A road unfolds, the path is clear— but every turn just leads back here. They checked the map, they checked it twice, each mark was right, the course precise. But roads don’t lead, and doors don’t stay, and north and south just melt away. The mountains rose, then sank like waves, the cities flickered, rearranged. A thousand steps, a thousand days— but still, the map refused to change. The ink still fades, the pages bend, but maps don’t start, and maps don’t end. If this is real, then show me where— if this is real, then take me there. Step by step, line by line, chasing ghosts through borrowed time. A road unfolds, the path is clear— but every turn just leads back here. (A slow creak… the map folds shut.)
Instructional lyrics
[Intro: A dry, papery rustling—like old parchment unfolding. A distant, echoing footstep repeats, growing fainter. A hollow, detuned guitar plucks a slow, aimless melody. The vocals enter—half-whispered, uncertain, like reading an ancient riddle out loud.] They traced the lines with careful hands, each road a thread in shifting sands. The ink had faded, torn, and cracked, but still, the map kept leading back. [Verse 1: A twitchy bassline kicks in, plodding and uneasy, like a journey taken too many times before.] The road would bend, the trees would part, a river marked in jagged art. A house, a bridge, a twisted gate— but when they checked, the town was blank. The compass spun, the stars stood still, each landmark lost beyond the hills. They swore they’d passed this tree before, but now it stood a mile more. [Pre-Chorus: The beat skips slightly, a rhythmic stutter—background voices murmuring like travelers unsure of the path.] Did we turn too soon? Did we walk too far? Did we miss the path, or was it never there at all? [Chorus: Theatrical, sweeping—layered voices sing like a chorus of lost travelers, doomed to wander forever.] Step by step, line by line, chasing ghosts through borrowed time. A road unfolds, the path is clear— but every turn just leads back here. [Instrumental Break: A swirling soundscape—flutes, chimes, reversed guitar chords. Distant voices whisper half-formed directions, contradicting each other.] [Verse 2: The groove returns, slightly warped—the instruments bending, as if reality itself is shifting.] They checked the map, they checked it twice, each mark was right, the course precise. But roads don’t lead, and doors don’t stay, and north and south just melt away. The mountains rose, then sank like waves, the cities flickered, rearranged. A thousand steps, a thousand days— but still, the map refused to change. [Bridge: The instruments drop back—just pulsing bass and an eerie theremin-like wail. The vocals shift into a whispered, rhythmic chant.] The ink still fades, the pages bend, but maps don’t start, and maps don’t end. If this is real, then show me where— if this is real, then take me there. [Final Chorus: The melody spirals, voices overlapping, instruments glitching out, the journey looping endlessly.] Step by step, line by line, chasing ghosts through borrowed time. A road unfolds, the path is clear— but every turn just leads back here. [Outro: The rhythm slows, stretching, fading, dissolving into a warped, distant echo. A final sound: the slow creak of a map being folded shut.]
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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