The Time of Impostors and Fools
Male low baritone vocal, indie/art-rock style, tempo 92 BPM, lowered octave, expressive spoken verses, dramatic choruses, soft guitars, ambient synths, punchy drums, intro/outro, instrumental break
The Time of Impostors and Fools
Male low baritone vocal, indie/art-rock style, tempo 92 BPM, lowered octave, expressive spoken verses, dramatic choruses, soft guitars, ambient synths, punchy drums, intro/outro, instrumental break
Lyrics
TECH TASK: Tempo 92 BPM, Indie Rock / Art-Rock style mix. Male vocal, low baritone, expressive and slightly spoken delivery in verses. Slightly lowered one octave. Soft electric guitar, ambient synth pads, punchy drums. Include intro, outro, and instrumental break. Reflective verses, dramatic expressive choruses.
Intro
Soft synth pad with slow arpeggio, low guitar plucks, ambient city sounds
Chorus
This is the time for the shameless. The time of impostors and fools.
It jumps through the windows and breaks through the doors without tools.
I should have gotten used to it, but I’m not ready again.
I lock myself again in my own distrust — what a shame.
Verse 1
Either a mage, or an alchemist, either a jester, or a fakir of outrage,
I forgot my name, but I learned where the world is rolling — we’re fucked.
The world spoke to me, but I did not understand its language.
I realized that there is no time — there’s only the nagging “tick-tock”, “tick-tock”.
Chorus
This is the time for the shameless. The time of impostors and fools.
It jumps through the windows and breaks through the doors without tools.
I should have gotten used to it, but I’m not ready again.
I lock myself again in my own distrust — what a shame.
Verse 2
Clear goals, understandable means…
Any fate — it comes from childhood, honey.
Tales of treasure, a princesses’ dreams —
This is how they teach us to think about sex and money.
Chorus
This is the time for the shameless. The time of impostors and fools.
It jumps through the windows and breaks through the doors without tools.
I should have gotten used to it, but I’m not ready again.
I lock myself again in my own distrust — what a shame.
Instrumental Break
Low guitar riff with ambient synth, slow build, preparing for Verse 3
Verse 3
One day I wandered through the city; it was boring.
And suddenly I grabbed God by the beard.
And the old man confessed to me that he set up twelve of his own,
Because he knows how to divide only by three, you bet.
He also told me that the guy at the face-control, at the entrance to heaven, with the keys
Has completely gone mad from tears, snot, and prayers over thousands of years.
No psalms will move him; Us all thoroughly, he hates
Like Christ, who takes revenge, turning water exclusively into rusty nails.
Chorus
This is the time for the shameless. The time of impostors and fools.
It jumps through the windows and breaks through the doors without tools.
I should have gotten used to it, but I’m not ready again.
I lock myself again in my own distrust — what a shame.
Outro
Sparse synth and guitar fade, echoes of “tick-tock” repeated, ambient city sounds, fade to silence