Glass Children — Diik

Текст песни

[Intro]
(Extremely slow, dragging tempo. Cold detuned analog synth drone. Clean chorused electric guitar plays sparse mournful melody. Deep slow heartbeat bass drum.)

[Verse 1]
(Vocals: very quiet, close-mic, mumbled, exhausted whisper)
White picket fence. Perfect green lawn.
Rusting away in the garage, a broken van.
White snow on the table, ice in the veins.
The American dream is just washing away.
TV is dead, just static and noise.
We bought ourselves a quiet, beautiful void.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Slow buildup. Snare drum starts heavy marching roll. Synth drone rises, becoming dissonant and suffocating. Vocals shift to strained, cracking yell)
And there are no footsteps in the nursery room...
Just a cold synth humming like a wind in the tomb...
Just a cold synth humming like a wind in the tomb...
(Pause for 1 full beat of absolute silence)

[Chorus]
(EXPLOSION: Massive slow sludgy wall of sound. Extreme fuzz distortion. Crash cymbals hit hard. Synths scream like a siren. Vocals: raw, ragged, full-throated scream, dragging the notes)
Glass children! Shattered to dust!
Traded your fear for a hollow disgust!
Mothers are crying over tiny white graves,
Fathers drink poison in the silence they crave!
Welcome to our cursed paradise!
White powder... Blue screen...

[Verse 2]
(SUDDEN DROP: Back to extreme quiet and slow pace. Glitchy pulsing synth and heavy bassline. Vocals return to tired, hollow mumble)
Syringe on the carpet, like a severed cord.
You wanted to breathe, but you couldn't afford.
Neighbors stay quiet, they smile in the dark.
We bury our kids, just a walk in the park.
Smoking on the porch, staring into the black.
Nobody wants to. Nobody comes back.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Faster buildup relative to slow tempo. Chaotic sludgy drum fill. Synth screeching. Vocals pushing to absolute limit)
And there are no footsteps in the nursery room...
Just a cold synth humming like a wind in the tomb...
Just a cold synth humming like a wind in the tomb!
(Pause for 1 full beat of absolute silence)

[Chorus]
(MAXIMUM CHAOS: Heavier and slower. Everything pushed to the red. Raw screaming vocals)
Glass children! Shattered to dust!
Traded your fear for a hollow disgust!
Mothers are crying over tiny white graves,
Fathers drink poison in the silence they crave!
Welcome to our cursed paradise!

[Bridge]
(Rhythm collapses into ultra-slow half-time doom. Guitar feedback squeals. Synths glitch violently. Vocals build from dark whisper to hysterical tearing scream)
(Whisper) Smash the windows...
(Strained, crying) Smash the dreams...
(Scream) NO SALVATION HERE! NO BEAUTY HERE!
Only white snow!
Only black wood!
Only white snow!
Only black wood!

[Outro]
(Explosion abruptly cuts off. 2 seconds of complete silence. Lone clean guitar pluck and dying fading synth drone. Vocals are broken, distant, exhausted whisper)
Sleep, my boy, sleep...
White snow on the concrete...
White snow on the concrete...
(Sound of heavy muffled sob, then a door slamming shut. Absolute silence.)