Silent Deals
Trap metal meets ambient rock in an epic composition. A lush, expansive intro sets a dramatic tone, slowly building with atmospheric synth layers and deep 808 bass. Then thick, fuzzed-out grunge guitars explode in with raw, distorted energy. Verses alternate between airy, moody textures and aggressive, driving rhythms. The bass hits hard with a heavy groove, while drums shift from tight, syncopated fills to thunderous, chaotic choruses.
Silent Deals
Trap metal meets ambient rock in an epic composition. A lush, expansive intro sets a dramatic tone, slowly building with atmospheric synth layers and deep 808 bass. Then thick, fuzzed-out grunge guitars explode in with raw, distorted energy. Verses alternate between airy, moody textures and aggressive, driving rhythms. The bass hits hard with a heavy groove, while drums shift from tight, syncopated fills to thunderous, chaotic choruses.
Lyrics
Verse 1
You hate the city
I fake a smile
You hold the wheel
I watch the miles
You talk in circles
I read between
All the maybes
And the might-have-beens
Chorus
We keep these silent deals between us
Folded like receipts inside our jeans
Trading little pieces of our edges
So the seams hold
So the seams hold
We bend till the shape feels easy
Call it love when it feels uneasy
Every "it’s fine" that we don't confess
Is an unspoken yes
Verse 2
You need your distance
I need a sign
You check your phone
I check the time
You say "I’m tired"
I hear "don’t start"
So I swallow
What’s stuck in my heart
Chorus
We keep these silent deals between us
Folded like receipts inside our jeans
Trading little pieces of our edges
So the seams hold
So the seams hold
We bend till the shape feels easy
Call it love when it feels uneasy
Every "it’s fine" that we don't confess
Is an unspoken yes
Bridge
How much can we trade
Before there’s nothing left to give back
How long do we stay
On a road that only curves
Never cracks (oh)
Chorus
We keep these silent deals between us
Folded like receipts inside our jeans
Trading little pieces of our edges
So the seams hold
So the seams hold
We bend till the shape feels easy
Call it love when it feels uneasy
Every "it’s fine" that we don't confess
Is an unspoken yes
Is an unspoken yes