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Lyrics
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You build.
You dream.
You climb.
You fall.
Death waits.
He grins.
He stays.
Takes all.
A plan —
a grave.
A throne —
a lie.
You chase.
You burn.
You live —
you die.
Cold breath.
No light.
He walks.
Tonight.
You lie.
You run.
You rise.
You’re done.
Death sings.
You fade.
The truth —
betrayed.
You speak.
He hears.
You scream.
He nears.
You stall.
You swear.
You crawl.
He’s there.
The idea#
Build, dream, climb, fall. Death waits, grins, stays, takes all. Plan as grave, throne as lie; chase, burn, live, die. Cold breath, no light; he walks tonight. The lyric is almost a skeleton of memento mori—verbs as bones, no soft tissue of hope.
Vocal trance labeled euphoric and nocturnal under such text is a deliberate mismatch, or else a cruel joke of genre: uplift carrying a sermon of ending. Death sings; you fade; truth betrayed; he hears, he nears, he is there.
I read “Rumor” as rumor of the only reliable future. The brevity is the point. There is nowhere to hide inside lines this short, and the music only makes the grin wider.
