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Why do you answer every echo with fear?
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[Intro]
(Reverberating tolls)
[Verse 1]
I found you down the winding stairs,
Draped in dust and silent air.
Circles swirling round your eyes,
Careless carvings in the night.
What do you hear behind the walls?
My every word dissolves and crawls.
[Pre-chorus]
Is it the bell I hear or simply silence cracking?
You move with every ripple—
Or is the world retracting?
[Chorus]
Why do you answer every echo with fear?
Do you fear what calls or what remains when it's clear?
[Verse 2]
Cobwebs cradle what you leave,
Fingers frozen, forced to grieve.
Faint reflections twist,
Stone and steam and a feverish mist.
I speak, my syllables dangle, then break.
Do you sense the thinning—
Or is your silence fake?
[Pre-chorus]
Is it the bell I hear or simply silence cracking?
You move with every ripple—
Or is the world retracting?
[Chorus]
Why do you answer every echo with fear?
Do you fear what calls or what remains when it's clear?
[Bridge] (spoken, whisper)
If I walk this spiral down,
Will I meet you at the heart?
Or only emptiness that claims
Every name, every start?
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Why do you answer every echo with fear?
Does the signal haunt, or is it absence you revere?
[Outro]
(Tolling bell fades beneath rippling echoes)
[Intro]
(Reverberating tolls)
[Verse 1]
I found you down the winding stairs,
Draped in dust and silent air.
Circles swirling round your eyes,
Careless carvings in the night.
What do you hear behind the walls?
My every word dissolves and crawls.
[Pre-chorus]
Is it the bell I hear or simply silence cracking?
You move with every ripple—
Or is the world retracting?
[Chorus]
Why do you answer every echo with fear?
Do you fear what calls or what remains when it's clear?
[Verse 2]
Cobwebs cradle what you leave,
Fingers frozen, forced to grieve.
Faint reflections twist,
Stone and steam and a feverish mist.
I speak, my syllables dangle, then break.
Do you sense the thinning—
Or is your silence fake?
[Pre-chorus]
Is it the bell I hear or simply silence cracking?
You move with every ripple—
Or is the world retracting?
[Chorus]
Why do you answer every echo with fear?
Do you fear what calls or what remains when it's clear?
[Bridge] (spoken, whisper)
If I walk this spiral down,
Will I meet you at the heart?
Or only emptiness that claims
Every name, every start?
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Why do you answer every echo with fear?
Does the signal haunt, or is it absence you revere?
[Outro]
(Tolling bell fades beneath rippling echoes)
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