Emerging from the night's hold
Emo pop-punk, Emo, pop-punk
Created By Udio With Udio AI
Emo pop-punk, Emo, pop-punk
2024-09-29
Lyrics
(Verse 1) Shadowy figures emerge from the night's hold, Silver moon kisses the glasses of the brave and bold, A dance of deception, a tale untold, As the riders of chaos unfold. They leap from the heights, a daring escape, Hearts racing faster than the beat of a cape, Their whispers of rebellion, a silent rave, In a world where the truth is a jaded shape. (Chorus) The pursuer comes out of the corner, eyes on the prize, With the gleam of the moon, she's the light in the skies, The chase is relentless, no one can hide, When the music stops, we all collide. (Verse 2) Ten days of darkness, a prophetic decree, The sky's grand event, the world will see, A game of power, a conspiracy, In the streets, the panic runs free. Their wheels screech like echoes in the night, A symphony of fear, a terrible sight, The author of fate with a pen so bright, Writes the end of their fleeting plight. (Chorus) The pursuer comes out of the corner, eyes on the throne, Their destiny sealed, they're not alone, In the chaos of the city, they roam, Prepare for Zero Day, the battle's grown. (Bridge) Do you believe in the whispers of the wind? Or the lies of the clowns that we're all kin? This game is rigged, the stakes are thin, But the truth will win. (Verse 3) The district's in panic, the walls close in, Their sins are exposed, the corrupt begin, To squirm like worms on the end of a pin, But the game's not for the weak or thin-skinned. The checkmate is set, the pieces in line, The pawns and the kings, the foolish and divine, Their moves are swift, like the edge of a knife, In the heart of the storm, their end is nigh. (Chorus) The pursuer comes out of the corner, hand on the throne, The moment of revelation is known, Their world is crumbling, they're thrown, And down she goes, the queen is shown. (Outro) Suicide weekend, a masquerade of fate, The music has stopped, it's all too late, The game is over, no more to debate, When the public awakes, it's checkmate. Their engines fall silent, the lights fade to black, Their world is a lie, they can't take it back, The truth stands tall, it can't be whack, Their time has come, there's no turning back. (Ending) Ten days of darkness, the sky's grand display, The curtain falls, the game is played, The pursuer's shadow fades away, And the truth remains, forever to stay.
