✍🏻 LYRICS & COMPOSITION BY EME LATINA (2025)

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PROMPT ROULETTE TOURNAMENT:
-The Soundry -
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Make a song in the style of dreampunk; bard; afro-funk + pop punk

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ABOUT THE SONG /GENRES:
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> Imagery & themes: Dreampunk | Repetition. Everyday images. Mood

> Lyrical voice: Bard | 1st person storytelling. Plainspoken language with weight.

> Rhythm & groove: Afro-punk | Syncopated. Forward momentum. Drums.

> Energy & structure: Pop-punk | Short, punchy phrases. Clear. Catchy. Direct.

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LYRICS:
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[Intro]
-.-a.-
_.a-

[Verse 1]
I've been on autopilot (autopilot)
Looking up at the same sky,
Waking up the same way,
just with different moods in my eyes
I don’t know if I’m lost or if I'm free
Every day I wake up, it keeps testing me...
And if I slow down, I start to feel,
Every little bit of everything that's far too real

[Pre-Chorus]
When did we grow up?
When did we dump out half our cup?

[Chorus]
If I’m bleeding, I’m still breathing
If I break, it didn't take...
Imagine wearing black
and attending your own wake
If existing is the reason,
pessimism must be treason
Do you feel the slow erasure
of a life that’s still in season?

[instrumental]

[Verse 2]
I’ve held on tighter than I ever should
and let go slower than I thought I would...
I don’t know if I’m lost or if I'm free
Every day I wake up, it keeps testing me
I slow down I start to feel,
Every little bit of everything that's far too real

[Bridge]
If I disappear for a while (it's fine)
It’s just me catching my breath
I’m not broken, I’m fine.... (honest)
Somewhere between now and next

[Chorus]
If I’m bleeding, I’m still breathing
If I break, it didn't take...
Imagine wearing black
and attending your own wake
If existing is the reason,
pessimism must be treason
Do you feel the slow erasure
of a life that’s still in season?

[Post-Chorus]
All the best laid plans they say...
are met with some friction
(Do you feel the slow erasure
of a life that’s still in season?)

[instrumental]

[Outro]
Just somewhere between now and next
The day turned into night
You'll find me contemplating
failing...
waiting...
Just somewhere between now and next
Just somewhere between now and next
Just somewhere between now and next
Just somewhere between now and next