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Reality_re1ix

Reality_re1ix

@PaperCat

IDM downtempo, 140 BPM, breakbeat, 2-step groove, upright bass, muted trumpet, brushed snare kit, sub bass, chopped samples, tape saturation, plate reverb, 90s UK club, syncopated rim clicks, call and response, sparse intro, dynamic breakdown, late-night cool, midtempo pulse

94 17.07.2026
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04:18

Текст песни

[Verse 1] Your mind is of glass, where the cold winds blow, Where shadows dance round in a ring, The borders dissolve, and the landscapes go, And time slows the song it would sing. No doors in the maze, not a sign to be found, Just whispers of darkness long past, The further you walk on this lightless ground, The more you lose form at the last. [Chorus] Reality sheds its familiar skin, weaving a patterned despair, You can conquer the truth from the chaos within, finding the answers laid bare. Madness is watching through surfaces blurred, needing no clamor or plea, There’s no way to pass it, no way to be heard, by the cold candlelight’s decree. [Drop] [Verse 2] No enemies here, and no "us" or "them," All human fear fades into gray, The shards of the past, like a broken gem, In worlds someone scattered away. A transparent abyss stares back from the glass, Erasing the lines of the spheres, You stood at the edge, watching moments pass, Midst reflections and dreams through the years. [Chorus] Reality sheds its familiar skin, weaving a patterned despair, You can conquer the truth from the chaos within, finding the answers laid bare. Madness is watching through surfaces blurred, needing no clamor or plea, There’s no way to pass it, no way to be heard, by the cold candlelight’s decree. Reality sheds its familiar skin, weaving a patterned despair, You can conquer the truth from the chaos within, finding the answers laid bare. Madness is watching through surfaces blurred, needing no clamor or plea, There’s no way to pass it, no way to be heard, by the cold candlelight’s decree. [Drop] [Bridge] The candles are burning, but their light is a lie, In this madness you live, as the moments go by. The thread starts to pull, tearing peace from the soul, Now madness has taken the ultimate control. [Outro] And now there’s no start, and no walls to be seen, Just a quiet, mad exchange in the space in between. Reality fades like the smoke from the pyre, Leaving only the glow of an empty fire.

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