Echoes
(Intro) (Heavy, distorted bass kicks in. Sound of a faint, echoing gunshot in the distance.) Yeah. They told me listen to the wind... But all I heard was the past calling back. Uh. (Verse 1) Concrete cathedral, the shadows stay long Where the weak get deleted and the sirens sing songs I was born in the static, a product of the panic Where the hunger’s so deep that it feels like it’s organic I remember the fridge light—flicker, then dead The echoes of the arguments, the things that they said "You ain’t never gonna make it," "You’re a ghost in the hall" Now I’m painting my legacy on every brick wall. I seen the iron flash, seen the street turn red Echoes of the fallen keep on spinning in my head But I used 'em as a ladder, yeah, I climbed through the lead Now I’m feasting on the dreams that the struggle once fed. (Chorus) Can you hear the Echoes? They’re screaming my name From the bottom of the pit to the hall of the fame Every scar is a story, every bullet a lesson I’m the answer to the prayer, I’m the end of the depression No room for the brakes, no room for the stop Just the echoes of the struggle till I hit the very top. (Verse 2) Now the view’s getting clearer, the oxygen is thin But the ghosts of the gutter still crawling on my skin Violence was the tutor, the pavement was the pen I had to die a dozen times just to live once again They hear the chain rattle, they hear the engine roar That’s the sound of a man who don’t sleep anymore I took the pain, bottled it, and turned it into fuel In a world full of sheep, I’m the exception to the rule. From the muzzle flash glare to the paparazzi lights I’m the king of the jungle, I survived the coldest nights So let the past ring out, let it vibrate the floor 'Cause the echoes don’t haunt me... they open the door. (Outro) (Beat cuts to just the heavy bass and a rhythmic echo) Yeah. Echoes. You hear that? That’s the sound of the world getting out of my way. Top floor. No elevator. Just heart. (Fade out with the sound of a distant, echoing heartbeat) Would you like to adjust the tempo or add a specific bridge to emphasize the transition from the streets to the top?
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(Intro) (Heavy, distorted bass kicks in. Sound of a faint, echoing gunshot in the distance.) Yeah. They told me listen to the wind... But all I heard was the past calling back. Uh. (Verse 1) Concrete cathedral, the shadows stay long Where the weak get deleted and the sirens sing songs I was born in the static, a product of the panic Where the hunger’s so deep that it feels like it’s organic I remember the fridge light—flicker, then dead The echoes of the arguments, the things that they said "You ain’t never gonna make it," "You’re a ghost in the hall" Now I’m painting my legacy on every brick wall. I seen the iron flash, seen the street turn red Echoes of the fallen keep on spinning in my head But I used 'em as a ladder, yeah, I climbed through the lead Now I’m feasting on the dreams that the struggle once fed. (Chorus) Can you hear the Echoes? They’re screaming my name From the bottom of the pit to the hall of the fame Every scar is a story, every bullet a lesson I’m the answer to the prayer, I’m the end of the depression No room for the brakes, no room for the stop Just the echoes of the struggle till I hit the very top. (Verse 2) Now the view’s getting clearer, the oxygen is thin But the ghosts of the gutter still crawling on my skin Violence was the tutor, the pavement was the pen I had to die a dozen times just to live once again They hear the chain rattle, they hear the engine roar That’s the sound of a man who don’t sleep anymore I took the pain, bottled it, and turned it into fuel In a world full of sheep, I’m the exception to the rule. From the muzzle flash glare to the paparazzi lights I’m the king of the jungle, I survived the coldest nights So let the past ring out, let it vibrate the floor 'Cause the echoes don’t haunt me... they open the door. (Outro) (Beat cuts to just the heavy bass and a rhythmic echo) Yeah. Echoes. You hear that? That’s the sound of the world getting out of my way. Top floor. No elevator. Just heart. (Fade out with the sound of a distant, echoing heartbeat) Would you like to adjust the tempo or add a specific bridge to emphasize the transition from the streets to the top?
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