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Adrenaline thirst

Adrenaline thirst

@YohPilot

Modern Darkwave, Synthwave, Post-industrial, EDM, high tempo (135 BPM), aggressive driving beat, male vocal with layered backing vocals, vocalist,  distorted detuned synth leads, heavy gated reverb, pulsating bassline, anthemic and melancholic, аdanceable with cinematic drops.

109 15.08.2026
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‎[Intro] ‎Adrenaline thirst – a burning ache, ‎But in my soul – just dust and sand. ‎Hope twisted tight, for goodness’ sake, ‎A choking lump won’t let me stand. ‎ ‎[Verse 1] ‎I’m worn out, jaded, overcast, ‎Have seen too much – and more, piled high. ‎But no one’s safe from fate’s harsh blast – ‎Daedalus clips the wings that fly. ‎ ‎[Build-up] ‎(arpeggio rises, snare roll) ‎ ‎[Chorus] ‎Yet still I hear: “You’re lucky, man!” – ‎And pulse drums hard against my brow. ‎Make me feel alive – if all that’s wrong ‎Is locked in mirrors, sealed up now! ‎ ‎A dawn the color of blood, a blazing ray, ‎Scatter my ashes to the gale! ‎I crave the light – or maybe nay – ‎I’d trade it all for your mirage’s veil. ‎ ‎[Verse 2] ‎You stare at heaven like a hound ‎That’s just been kicked and left to bleed. ‎Your eyes are pitch-black, darkness-bound, ‎And void… lures sweetly, like a feed. ‎ ‎[Instrumental] ‎Something is missing, clear as day – ‎My zest has fled to monks somewhere. ‎My pulse no longer races – grey, ‎No wishes left. A fence – just there. ‎ ‎[Bridge] ‎If someone held a torch to my heart, ‎And kindled me with just one spark – ‎Where are you, white angel, depart? ‎Open the gates, don’t leave me dark. ‎ ‎[Verse 3] ‎A frozen wanderer, at his brink, ‎Too tired to chase the horizon’s gleam. ‎When thoughts are dead and goals extinct, ‎Why need an umbrella in the desert’s dream? ‎ ‎[Build-up] ‎(filter sweep, hi‑hats accelerate) ‎ ‎[Chorus – final drop] ‎Yet still I hear: “You’re lucky, man!” – ‎And pulse drums hard against my brow. ‎Make me feel alive – if all that’s wrong ‎Is locked in mirrors, sealed up now! ‎ ‎A dawn the color of blood, a blazing ray, ‎Scatter my ashes to the gale! ‎I crave the light – or maybe nay – ‎I’d trade it all for your mirage’s veil. ‎ ‎[Outro] ‎The night grows black. ‎Store‑window light drips, soft and slow… ‎And somewhere far, the battles rack… ‎(fade) ‎[end]

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