The Tortured Poets Department Lyrics
- Genre:Metal
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Heavy fog clouded mind
Eyes red from endless grind
Trip on notes through pitch-black wood
Far from sane where nothing's good
Bass down low deep abyss
Smoky trails in haze's kiss
Guitar riffs slice through the veils
Lost in sound as memory fails
Burning afrobeats meshed in metal
Echoes in the void we settle
Psychedelic dreams we chase
In this endless cosmic space
Saw colors bleed from shattered skies
In the dark our spirits rise
Mind's a canvas paint the stars
Rocket's fuel in smoky jars
Hypnotic loops draw us in tight
Day and night become the night
Notes repeat same trance beat
In this trip no sour defeat
Deep beneath time's fractured glass
Reality a fleeting pass
Strict beats merge chaotic bliss
Wrapped in a smoky abyss