F8 - In their hollow eyes

Musically, the track is a tribute to the modern Coldwave and EBM scene. It features a driving analog synth-bass, mechanical rhythms, and a deep, detached baritone voice that reflects the protagonist's emotional burnout.

Lyrics:
The clock strikes twelve, the room is cold
The same old story starts to unfold
They emerge from the corners, draped in black
There is no escape, no turning back
One offers velvet, one offers thorns
A crown of roses, a crown of horns
They whisper secrets, they taste like wine
But I know the poison behind the line.

I’m paralyzed.
In their hollow eyes.
The ritual begins.

Midnight circle, same old ghost
They want the one who hates them most
Keep my eyes peeled, guard my soul
Losing touch and losing control
Cold as iron, dry as bone In this fever, I am all alone.

They bring the ink, they bring the skin
A contract signed for every sin
"Sell us your spirit, we’ll set you free"
But I am the lock and I am the key
I fight the seduction,I fight the curse
Each night is a journey, each night is worse
My heart is a fortress of frozen glass
Watching the shadows of witches pass.

Exhaustion is heavy. My blood is like lead.
I’m fighting the living. While I am dead.
Numb to the touch. Numb to the light.
The war continues... Every. Single. Night.

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