Lyrics
Intro]
(Guitare électrique seule. Notes longues, vibrato profond à la Santana. C'est l'appel du vide avant que la voix ne commence.)
[Pre-Chorus]
You crave the gut-wrenching fear of the unknown
Over the safety of a life carved in stone.
Here, your instinct is the compass you trust,
The only voice left when the world turns to mist.
(La guitare souligne "mist" par une note qui s'efface lentement dans l'écho.)
[Chorus]
So you throw your life on these roads to nowhere,
The only paths wide enough for your prayer.
This visceral thrill makes you owner of the street,
A crown of wind and shadows, victory in defeat.
We don't flee the horizon, we devour the grey,
To never again be the hunter's prey.
It’s the sweet urgency of the void, the grace,
Where you finally breathe, leaving no trace.
[Solo Central - L'Urgence Douce]
(Solo de folie façon "Europa". Sustain infini. La guitare prend la place de la voix, elle pleure sur des notes très hautes qui semblent ne jamais finir. Pas de batterie, juste l'harmonie et ce cri électrique.)
[Verse 2]
Watch the night opening, it won't judge your soul,
It welcomes the pieces to make them a whole.
No need for a map when the move is your home,
A ghost on the highway, finally your own.
Every white line is a scar that's now healed,
Every distant light, a truth now revealed.
(La guitare brode des réponses mélodiques après chaque vers, comme un second chant.)
[Bridge]
The blacktop screams beneath your wheels...
(Ici, la guitare imite le cri de l'asphalte avec un bend déchirant.)
The past is burning, you've broken the seals...
No longer a slave to the clock on the wall!
[Chorus - Final]
So you throw your life on these roads to nowhere,
The only paths wide enough for your prayer...
(Le solo reprend de plus belle par-dessus le chant, les deux voix fusionnent.)
[Outro]
(Le rythme se coupe. Piano solo sous la pluie.)
The engine fades, but the fire is bright.
The book is open. The page is white.
And for the first time... you’re the one to write.
Free. Tonight.
(Dernier gémissement de la guitare, très lointain, qui s'éteint en même temps que le bruit du moteur.)
Style
clear etherel female voicesaturated electric guitarweeping slow solosinfinite sustainno drumsatmospheric.english
Credits
Prompt by
Mcz
MczGeneratedMay 1, 2026
ModelZona