Sinners & Saints

[Verse 1 Chill And Raspy]
[Male Smooth and Gritty]
Saints drift through vaporwave malls  
Pink-blue glow on their flawless falls  
Prayers in pastel, auto-tuned praise  
Reverb loops and endless haze  
Porcelain skins never touch the ground  
While sinners ride the blacktop, roaring loud  

[Chorus Up Beat with Reverb]
[Male Melodic Metal]
Sinners taste the real—whiskey, smoke, and rust  
Broken glass sparkling in red clay dust  
Saints glide on chill waves, saving perfect face  
Hiding from the raw in endless empty space  
We all howl at the same cold moon  
One side bleeds, one side immune  
Sinners burn bright and crash hard  
Saints just fade into the dark  

[Verse 2 Chill And Raspy]
[Male Smooth and Gritty]
Outlaw boots on a neon bar floor  
Tattooed stories from a private war  
Confessions spill in jukebox light  
Every scar a truth we hold tight  
No filters on the hurt we chase  
We speak the names the angels erase  

[Chorus Up Beat with Reverb]
[Male Melodic Metal]
Sinners taste the real—whiskey, smoke, and rust  
Broken glass sparkling in red clay dust  
Saints glide on chill waves, saving perfect face  
Hiding from the raw in endless empty space  
We all howl at the same cold moon  
One side bleeds, one side immune  
Sinners burn bright and crash hard  
Saints just fade into the dark  

[Bridge Low and Echoed]
[Male Ethereal Metal]
*(Drop to hush—distant synths twinkle, then grimy riff and slide guitar tear in)*  
No salvation in the vapor trail  
No redemption on this lonesome rail  
One side haunts the haze, one flees the dawn  
Both damned, just different masks we’ve worn  
Heaven’s a mall, hell’s a cheap motel  
Same cold moon watches us both fail  

[Final Chorus Up Beat with Reverb]
[Male Melodic Metal]
Sinners taste the real—blood, sweat, and sin  
Saints ride chill waves, too pristine to begin  
We’re all cracked in the same rearview glass  
Falling through static as the years pass  
Sinners burn bright and crash loud  
Saints dissolve quiet into the cloud  
Still howling at that same cold moon  
One side lives it… one side immune  

*(Fade: feedback guitars duel shimmering synths, slide guitar cries once more, then melts into lo-fi tape hiss)*

Chill Wave, Post Grunge, Outlaw Country, Southern Gothic, Retro-Futuristic, Lo-Fi, Blues Rock, Americana Noir, Rage Trap