Gather your things

Описание: An AI musical performance of original song lyrics by Martin Poole

Verse 1:

Gather your things, she said
we leave at dawn
A million thoughts running through my head
the truth remains unread

Verse 2:

The horizon cracks—an omen left to rot,
A monument to nothing, where hope forgot.
The air is poison carved from our mistakes,
And every step we take, the wasteland wakes.
No future lives,
Just a kingdom choking on eternal night.

Pre-Chorus:

I feel the void inside my chest expanding,
A cruel reminder: nothing here is of worth.
She begs me “fight”—,
Even the shadows refuse to follow.

Chorus:

We run through ruin,
Cold and silent—where the dust remembers.
But the dust remembers nothing;
it buries all we were.
If the end is calling,
let it come without a stir.
We survive, not because we’re meant to—
But because oblivion refuses us.

Verse 3:

The sky collapses like a dying lung,
Breathing out the ashes of the old and young.
Her trembling voice says “you’re not alone”—
But I feel the void claiming flesh and bone.
Every heartbeat is a war,
Every memory devoured.

Pre-Breakdown Build:

In the end, what meaning does survival hold?
A story unwritten,
a truth left cold.
All we are is dust in a world undone—
And even the dust…
forgets everyone.

Breakdown:

LET THE WORLD COLLAPSE—
I WON’T LOOK BACK.
Hope is a corpse, and I carry its weight.
CROWN ME IN NOTHING,
FOR NOTHING IS FATE.
Tear out the sun, let the void reclaim—
A throne of ashes, built without a name.

Final Chorus:

We run through ruin,
Cold and silent—where the dust remembers.
But the dust remembers nothing;
it buries all we were.
If the end is calling,
let it come without a stir.
We survive, not because we’re meant to—
But because oblivion refuses us.

Outro:

No dawn.
No gods.
No meaning left to sever.
Just two shadows walking
through a world
that remembers
never.