cassiopeia
Pop punk with post-hardcore influences. Distorted electric guitars play palm-muted power chords in the verses and wide, ringing open chords in the choruses. A bright, overdriven bass guitar follows the kick drum patterns. High-energy acoustic drums feature rapid snare rolls, frequent crash cymbal accents, and a driving eighth-note hi-hat pattern. Male vocals are delivered with a melodic, slightly strained tenor timbre, incorporating occasional grit and layered harmonies during the chorus. The arrangement features sudden dynamic shifts between palm-muted sections and full-band explosions. 175 BPM, Key of E Major, 4/4 time signature.
cassiopeia
Pop punk with post-hardcore influences. Distorted electric guitars play palm-muted power chords in the verses and wide, ringing open chords in the choruses. A bright, overdriven bass guitar follows the kick drum patterns. High-energy acoustic drums feature rapid snare rolls, frequent crash cymbal accents, and a driving eighth-note hi-hat pattern. Male vocals are delivered with a melodic, slightly strained tenor timbre, incorporating occasional grit and layered harmonies during the chorus. The arrangement features sudden dynamic shifts between palm-muted sections and full-band explosions. 175 BPM, Key of E Major, 4/4 time signature.
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[inspired by that same old space a.k.a global trending, which apparently hasn't died yet.
lyrics in english. enjoy. this one is purely self-deprecating, self-mockery. don't be offended. really.
btw "tootsie" is that hyper-marketable, breathy, sensual pop vocal the algorithm demands for virality lol. you can hear her in [OVERFLOWING]. the name sounds so retro, but tbh it was just chosen for the sake of the syllable count.]
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verse
go look, i yap. put your heart in now
she comes to the pull of bait.
keep calm lay down in the morning now
it's a battle without sound.
pre-chorus
walking down a fucking mail rows.
he's drifting in the wheel of shadows.
now that everyone knows him.
chorus
to wake your passion is
the bait of cassio (goes again).
think how'd you walk the pain
the best a man like you can do it.
then i lean in. tune again
(beneath that lap of god again).
to wake your passion is
the bait of cassio (again).
verse
"s'ok" soul "s'ok" sore
care, we never miss
hear another sound of me.
hand's cool. no school when you navigate
flowing. tagging. in the street.
pre-chorus
knocking in fairy and arrows
to pick in the wheel of the dabble
now that everyone knows her.
chorus
to work your pestering
the bait that cassio goes again.
think how'd you lock the pain
the pester's at my turn, one is.
irony came back to get me out
oh let it burn again.
don't want to log the bench
and make "just deal"
the arcade.
verse
don't look. don't look.
come out loud again
when to stop the stars.
meal groped, bill cropped
thus on memories
fed you more than lies.
highkey lowkey
put you nothing there.
i'm chasing tier.
hi there, i'm here. put some irony.
i've met you gone.
chorus
to look around today
s'nay it chokes me up
that's enough.
ouroboros has locked the pain
who baits "it's now my turn. want it!".
so i'll be changed back to get me out of
the lack of perks again.
don't run that poem shredders
that make the tootsie "ahh" again.
don't lock that love grimmace
that make the tootsie "ahh". (that's enough)
why not you lock the pain
the past that bait my turn, when?
but i'll keep stand back again
no matter no support no gain.
to lock that decimate
that make the tootsie "ah..k"
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