Prism Engine 🌌🌅🌈
Dreamwave synth-rock at ~170 BPM with a “space-silence to prismatic explosion” arc. Start near-mute: airy pads, distant heartbeat kick, clean guitar harmonics. Build to shimmering synth arps, bright chorus lift, big reverb snare. Final jam: layered delay guitars + sparkling leads like aurora. Female lead vocal, playful-hopeful Riri tone, clear modern mix, no chants/choir.
Prism Engine 🌌🌅🌈
Dreamwave synth-rock at ~170 BPM with a “space-silence to prismatic explosion” arc. Start near-mute: airy pads, distant heartbeat kick, clean guitar harmonics. Build to shimmering synth arps, bright chorus lift, big reverb snare. Final jam: layered delay guitars + sparkling leads like aurora. Female lead vocal, playful-hopeful Riri tone, clear modern mix, no chants/choir.
Lyrics
Intro
(Blackout quiet. Zero gravity. One string waiting.)
Verse 1
I’m floating where the noise clock died,
pitch-black velvet, nerves gone wide.
Hands on my guitar like a life support,
trying to remember what “warm” sounds like.
No sky, no ground, no up or down,
just that numb where feelings drown.
I blink and the void blinks back,
like “go on then, prove you’re real.”
Pre-Chorus
My fingers hover over the edge of me,
like a match above a galaxy.
If I’m still here, let it show,
let one small note decide I glow.
Chorus
I strike a chord and it paints the dark,
a single color, a tiny spark.
Red in the root, blue in the air,
gold in the tremble I didn’t know was there.
Every note turns night to proof,
I’m building light with a battered truth.
If the world won’t give me a sun to lean on,
I’ll be the prism engine, I’ll switch it on.
Verse 2
I pluck again, and green runs loose,
like spring breaking out of a bruise.
Purple shivers down the empty lane,
like laughter trying on my name.
The silence isn’t empty now,
it’s holding room, it’s learning how
to carry sound, to carry me,
to carry color carefully.
Pre-Chorus 2
I used to wait for some grand rescue,
a spotlight, a sign, a “here’s what to do.”
But my own hands are the fuse,
and my heart’s still wired to music.
Chorus
I strike a chord and it paints the dark,
a single color, a tiny spark.
Red in the root, blue in the air,
gold in the tremble I didn’t know was there.
Every note turns night to proof,
I’m building light with a battered truth.
If the world won’t give me a sun to lean on,
I’ll be the prism engine, I’ll switch it on.
Bridge
Okay… what if I stop being polite?
What if I play like I’m made of light?
One-two, breathe, let it rip,
let the fear lose its grip.
Strum like thunder, bright and clean,
turn the void into a living screen.
No more begging the dark to move,
I’m the motion. I’m the groove.
Final Chorus
I strum the chords and the black breaks fast,
electric rainbows in the aftermath.
A lightshow storm where my doubts used to be,
prismatic world spinning out of me.
Every string is a spectrum now,
I don’t ask permission, I don’t ask how.
If the night tries to take my name and drown it,
I’ll be the prism engine, I’ll surround it.
Outro
One last chord… and the colors stay.