Painted Skies [Jester’s SUNO-wave Project]
vaporwave, hypnagogic drift, sampled audio, faux-utopian, nostalgic, aesthetic, late-night lo-fi, ambient, surreal, relaxing, reflective
Painted Skies [Jester’s SUNO-wave Project]
vaporwave, hypnagogic drift, sampled audio, faux-utopian, nostalgic, aesthetic, late-night lo-fi, ambient, surreal, relaxing, reflective
Lyrics
Credit to @Shiiro0 on Civitai for Artwork Model
Verse 1
In the cold-lit halls, where silence lies,
I carve through the stone, beneath painted skies.
A vision so pure, it must be true,
A perfect form, but hollow too.
In the glow of gold, the hands still move,
Building the perfect, a life to prove.
A perfect statue, a perfect sight,
But inside, it’s empty—empty tonight.
Pre-Chorus
Every stroke, every strike, every strike,
I carve the dreams, but they never feel right.
A perfect vision, but hollow within,
The more I create, the more I sin.
Chorus
Sculpting the dream in the void of night,
Carving the perfection, but it’s not right.
The statue stands, flawless at sight,
But inside it’s empty, it can’t take flight.
Sculpting the dream for the suitor’s gaze,
A reflection of wealth in the glowing haze.
But beneath the marble, the heart decays,
And the masterpiece fades, fades away.
Verse 2
Every chisel, every stroke, every time,
The statue stands tall, but it can’t climb.
In the echoes of stone, I hear the sound,
A hollow dream in the hollow ground.
Each layer of stone, each layer I build,
A perfect vision, but it’s all been filled.
A perfect statue, a perfect dream,
But in the silence, it starts to scream.
Pre-Chorus
Every stroke, every strike, every strike,
I carve the dreams, but they never feel right.
A perfect vision, but hollow within,
The more I create, the more I sin.
Chorus
Sculpting the dream in the void of night,
Carving the perfection, but it’s not right.
The statue stands, flawless at sight,
But inside it’s empty, it can’t take flight.
Sculpting the dream for the suitor’s gaze,
A reflection of wealth in the glowing haze.
But beneath the marble, the heart decays,
And the masterpiece fades, fades away.
Outro
Spinning, spinning, the hands won’t stop,
Building the perfect, but it all just drops.
Every stroke, every layer, every time,
The statue’s perfect, but it can’t climb.
Carve, carve, carve, in endless grind,
The statue’s perfect, but it’s all behind.
Carve, carve, carve, in hollow light,
The statue’s perfect, but it’s out of sight.