Tattling Fairytales and Repressed Folk Wars

Lyrics

Intro
(Heavy Hemi-Syncing Wake-Up Pulse triggers a deep body resonance)
(Continuous 7.83Hz Schumann pulse / Slow underwater bass thud / Ghostly synth haze)
[Vocal Style: Low register, deeply intimate whispered singing with a gentle smoky rasp]
Reptile nightmares
in the static rain,
Making us cry out
in a borrowed pain.
Only ever wishing
for a kinder sky,
For a happy life,
but the truth doesn't lie.

Verse 1
(Submerged trip-hop groove drops / Isolated harp plucks / Late-night saxophone echoes)
[Vocal Style: Relaxed, catchy indie-pop phrasing with deep natural texture and grit]
Bohemian Grove in the moonless fog,
Necromancers moving through
the ancient logs.
White hats in suits and ties,
ballroom dancers in a corrupt disguise,
Hand us illusionary chances
through predatory glass eyes.
Free will given for us to use,
But only through discernment,
not through bruises.
Leaving trails of
infiltrated clues,
While they siphon off our
rainbow auraed hues.

Pre-Chorus
(Tension rising / Filtered synth swells / Watery delay with wide vocal harmonies emerging)
[Vocal Style: Soulful melodic plea, smooth vowels texturing with a relaxed rasp]
This harsh radio station
needs a tune,
A healing resonance to wake
the sleeping crew.
Have we ever really been told
the god damn truth?
What if the world was sadder
and flatter than we knew?

Chorus
(Dynamic Shift: Full Dreamwave Anthem Drop: Massive feel-good groove slaps in with intense warmth)
(Booming submerged drums / Wide warm harmonies / Bending electric guitar crying 360°)
[Vocal Style: Catchy, wide stereo harmonies blooming with a powerful, raspy melodic belt]
Would we still be here,
this damn confused?
If the lies were gone,
if the veil was removed?
What if fairytale and folklore knew more than they do?
Or it was falsified
to continue the abuse
Maybe those dragons
wore the skin of dinosaurs too.
And we’ve been pushing ourselves in a slave trade wagon,
Under streetlamp portals and a false sun dragging.
Please wake me up!
tears filling my coffee cup
let the ancient teachings through,
I’m done being forec-fed
what they want me to chew.

Verse 2
(Rhythm returns to the darker vaporwave drift / Icy synth shimmers / Haunted saxophone)
[Vocal Style: Low-register melodic vocal delivery enhancing the natural grit and smoke]
Hidden Cameras and Street lamps
make the fiery seraphim dance
in the cold of the night,
warped portals hide
in the haze of a
Luciferian phase,
For multidimensional flight through the midnight maze.

A bright secret hides behind
the Draco lizard-lamp glow
and cipher coded occult signs
they like the weather hot,
yet they're as cold
as the trenches undertow.
A moon hauled here
from another atmosphere,
Dark fleets and astral travel
Hiding deep below
asphalt and gravel,
Ancient roads washed away
to bury the unraveled.
Curved rainbows touch
my window pane
and chemicals poisoning foods
and haarp created rain,
Treats that look so sweet,
but they feed
the hidden food chain.
You are what you eat,
and the feast has a name,
A cannibal history
under our feet burnt in flames.

Bridge
(Instrumentation drops out into a floating, trippy ambient breakdown / 963Hz Crown Drone activation)
(Stripped-back harp / Distant bass pulse / Trembling synth pads)
[Vocal Style: Floating, ambient, ethereal echoes with a fragile, textured raspy whisper]
What if the stories
were warnings in disguise,
Written in the ash of our forgotten firmament skies?
What if the child in us
still knows the way,
Through the smoke,
through the grief,
through the static-filled gray?

Final Chorus
(Visceral explosion of bright arpeggiated keys, heavy funk bass, and full brass layers)
(Full cinematic bloom / Layered harmonies / Driving bass / Soaring 360° electric guitar solo)
[Vocal Style: Soaring, fiercely brave harmonic stack with maximum raw vocal grit]
Would we still be here,
this damn confused?
If the lies were gone,
if the veil was removed?
What if fairytale and folklore knew more than they do?
Maybe dragons wore
the skin of dinosaurs too.
And we’ve been pushing ourselves in a slave trade wagon,
Under streetlamp portals
and a false sun light lagging.
Wake the fuck up!
let the true
sun disk light through,
I’m done being forcefully fed what they want me to chew.

Outro
(The driving bass groove fades down into a warm, rhythmic vinyl crackle / Saxophone wails lazily)
(The spacey phase-shift synths float lazily into black water as the sub-bass dissolves)
[Vocal Style: Sleepy, breathy close-mic whisper fades into a soft trailing echo]
Reptile nightmares,
let the current break,
If truth is a dreamy death,
then let it awake.
I’m reaching for a healing resonance,
For a happy life beyond the trance.
(Faint, relaxed synthesizer arpeggio rolls out into absolute silence)