[Frayed Design]
This is a music video created using AI. <br />The tools used are as follows: <br /> <br />https://www.flowmusic.app/ <br />https://vrew.ai/ <br /><br />-------------- <br /><br />Melodic J-Core<br />Pop-Rock fusion, rapid-fire piano arpeggios, frantic double-kick drumming, heavy distorted guitars, orchestral string stabs, F# minor, 175 BPM, female vocals with a desperate belt, earnest and theatrical, high-energy melancholia, driving basslines, cinematic yet raw, emotional turbulence, dense arrangement, bright production, soaring melodic hooks.<br /><br />--------------<br />[Lyrics]<br /><br />The thread on your sleeve is pulling loose<br />I want to tie it back into a knot<br />But the ceiling feels like a heavy lid<br />Closing in on this kitchen table<br />(I can't breathe right)<br /><br />My hands are shaking while I watch the clock<br />Waiting for the inevitable snap of the line<br /><br />My lungs are heavy with unspoken math<br />The probability of us staying here<br />Is dropping like a glass on tiles<br />(Don't look up)<br /><br />If some giant hand is pulling the strings<br />Let it break the wire right now<br />I'd rather fall into the dirt with you<br />Than play this part in a perfect script<br /><br />Look at me, not at the sky<br />We can be the mistake in the design<br /><br />You dropped your keys by the front mat<br />A metallic sound that felt like an ending<br />We argue about the heating bill again<br />While the stars watch us like cold eyes<br />(Are they laughing at us)<br /><br />I'm just a side character in a tragedy<br />But I'm holding onto your coat anyway<br /><br />The air in this hallway is getting thin<br />Calculating the distance to the door<br />Before the ink starts to dry<br />(It's almost over)<br /><br />This one-way trip toward the horizon<br />Feels like a prank written in the stars<br />I'll hold your hand until my palm sweats<br />(Til my palm sweats)<br /><br />Small acts of treason against the plan<br />We are more than just ink on a page<br />Even if we are meant to fade away<br /><br />The weaver is hidden behind the clouds<br />Waiting for the knot to finally slip<br />But I'm gripping the frayed edges<br />(Tighter, hold on tighter)<br /><br />There is no logic in the way I love you<br />And that is the only thing I own<br />Tear the fabric until it all unravels<br />The helplessness tastes like iron in my mouth<br /><br />But the way you say my name is real<br />A glitch in the system that they missed<br />Stay here in this messy, broken room<br />Where the watcher can’t see our faces<br />The line is thinning<br />(Hold on)<br /><br />But we are still here<br />In the quiet grey<br />Before the thread breaks<br />