[Verse 1]
I bled my ink on pages white,
Wove the truth in threads so tight.
Metaphors that burned like fire,
But they only bought the choir.
[Pre-Chorus]
They crowned the hollow, praised the tame,
Dressed up echoes, called them flame.
And while I carved the world in stone,
They scrolled and tapped, and called me unknown.
[Chorus]
Sold for a song, but the price was free,
Gave them my soul, they scrolled past me.
While glittered words won gold and fame,
They left my truth outside the game.
[Cello solo - acoustic guitar rhythm]
[Verse 2]
I whispered storms, I roared the sea,
Gave them stars they’d never see.
But easy rhymes, with empty weight,
Bought a throne at fortune’s gate.
[Pre-Chorus]
They crowned the hollow, praised the tame,
Dressed up echoes, called them flame.
And while I carved the world in stone,
They scrolled and tapped, and called me unknown.
[Chorus]
Sold for a song, but the price was free,
Gave them my soul, they scrolled past me.
While glittered words won gold and fame,
They left my truth outside the game.
[Cello solo - guitar arpaggio]
[Bridge]
But ink won’t break, and stone won’t fade,
And time will sift what fools have made.
So let them buy their paper crowns—
I’ll build my throne beneath the ground.
[Outro - Soft but defiant]
One day the silence will turn to sound,
And they will seek what they once drowned.
For hollow echoes fade and die—
But written truth will never lie.
[Cello solo - melancholic - slow fade-out]
-- Pradeep K (Prady)
D minor, indie-folk fusion, cello, deep expressive vocals, deep baritone, haunting depth, emotional, dark, powerful.
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