Narcissistic Zombie - Tenant of Silence #gothicrock #gothic #postpunk #darkwave

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(Verse 1)
Time drips like a faucet unclosed,
Carving lines on my weary skin.
With each breath, I'm inhaling dust,
while specters sketch dreams in the din.

(Pre-Chorus)
In this cage of whispers, I lay my head,
Where every tear forms rivers of dread.
(Verse 1)
Midnight coughs through a cracked window,
neon bleedin’ on the floor like cheap wine.
The ashtray’s pregnant with tomorrow’s regrets,
and your ghost smokes my last cigarette,
whispers “baby, we had a good run—
for a couple of losers who forgot how to shine.”

(Chorus)
Loneliness ain’t a thief—it’s a tenant.
Pays rent in dust, eats the silence for supper.
Decay’s just God’s way of sayin’ “I remember,”
while the rats write hymns in the walls.

(Verse 2)
The sink’s got a beard of mold now,
the mirror’s a funhouse for the damned.
My spine’s a question mark, askin’ the void
“what’s the point of a heart still sober enough to break?”
The bed sheets reek of sweat and maybe prayer,
but the angels here only speak in cockroach.

(Chorus)
Loneliness ain’t a thief—it’s a tenant.
Pays rent in dust, eats the silence for supper.
Decay’s just God’s way of sayin’ “I remember,”
while the rats write hymns in the walls.

(Chorus)
Loneliness ain’t a thief—it’s a tenant.
Pays rent in dust, eats the silence for supper.
Decay’s just God’s way of sayin’ “I remember,”
while the rats write hymns in the walls.

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