[Frayed Design]

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Melodic J-Core
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.

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[Lyrics]

The thread on your sleeve is pulling loose
I want to tie it back into a knot
But the ceiling feels like a heavy lid
Closing in on this kitchen table
(I can't breathe right)

My hands are shaking while I watch the clock
Waiting for the inevitable snap of the line

My lungs are heavy with unspoken math
The probability of us staying here
Is dropping like a glass on tiles
(Don't look up)

If some giant hand is pulling the strings
Let it break the wire right now
I'd rather fall into the dirt with you
Than play this part in a perfect script

Look at me, not at the sky
We can be the mistake in the design

You dropped your keys by the front mat
A metallic sound that felt like an ending
We argue about the heating bill again
While the stars watch us like cold eyes
(Are they laughing at us)

I'm just a side character in a tragedy
But I'm holding onto your coat anyway

The air in this hallway is getting thin
Calculating the distance to the door
Before the ink starts to dry
(It's almost over)

This one-way trip toward the horizon
Feels like a prank written in the stars
I'll hold your hand until my palm sweats
(Til my palm sweats)

Small acts of treason against the plan
We are more than just ink on a page
Even if we are meant to fade away

The weaver is hidden behind the clouds
Waiting for the knot to finally slip
But I'm gripping the frayed edges
(Tighter, hold on tighter)

There is no logic in the way I love you
And that is the only thing I own
Tear the fabric until it all unravels
The helplessness tastes like iron in my mouth

But the way you say my name is real
A glitch in the system that they missed
Stay here in this messy, broken room
Where the watcher can’t see our faces
The line is thinning
(Hold on)

But we are still here
In the quiet grey
Before the thread breaks