[STRINGS Track 4 from the “FEARS” Album Theme: Fear of Powerlessness / Claustrophobia]
[Violin solo]
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[Intro – violin intro]
Careful who you hook up with—
Chose the devil I’m dancing on my lifeline.
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[Verse 1 – staccato cadence, trap beat with violin plucks, bass, clear voice]
You are such a good boy—
Spit what they script, don’t flinch, don’t deploy
Smile for the devils in tailored skin
You asked for a mic—they gave you a pin
Said “you’ll go far,” just sign the page
Asked for a pen—they tattooed me in ink for a wage
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[Pre-Chorus – vocal dropout, heartbeat bass, distorted breath FX]
(Oh shit) I’ve been tied down
Strings ain’t freedom—just softer chains
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[Chorus – layered vocals, violin loops, chaotic trap drop]
They said I pulled their heart (strings)
Guess who’s answering the devil’s (rings)
Now the violin plays—I sing, it (stings)
Tugging at my dignity
Not free—just a puppet with gift-wrapped strings
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[Verse 2 – rising tempo, panicked cadence, reversed synths]
They built me a cocoon—said “you’re becoming”
Turns out I was wrapped in strings, numbing
The more I called for freedom, the harder they pulled
Now I’m choking—barely full-voiced, dulled
I scratched through silk with nails and breath
Regret tastes like fabric—and fear of death
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[Pre-Chorus – repeat, slightly more aggressive delivery]
(Oh shit) I’ve been tied down
Strings ain’t freedom—just softer chains
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[Chorus – repeat, with added choral FX and vocal layering]
They said I pulled their heart (strings)
Guess who’s answering the devil’s (rings)
Now the violin plays—I sing, it (stings)
Tugging at my dignity
Not free—just a puppet with gift-wrapped strings
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[Bridge – muffled vocal FX, echoing strings, shelved effect]
Framed me like art, then forgot the wall
Trophy with no name—just dust and sprawl
Still in the box, still under glass
Still got a tag… just no one asks
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[Chorus – final reprise, chopped FX, pitch drops, full distortion]
They said I pulled their heart (strings)
Guess who’s answering the devil’s (rings)
Now the violin plays—I sing, it (stings)
Tugging at my dignity (woop!)
Not free—just a puppet with gift-wrapped strings
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[Outro ]
Will I be forgotten?
Just another prized possession,
On a shelf,
Choking on my own worth.