Unavoidable
The track opens with spacious vaporwave textures and slow, pulsing deep drones, creating a dark atmospheric bed. Layers of washed-out synths swell beneath heavily distorted nu metal guitar riffs that cut through the mix in the chorus. Percussion is crisp and gated, blending retro samples with hard-hitting modern beats, while lingering pads fill out the background, maintaining an eerie, immersive vibe throughout.
Unavoidable
The track opens with spacious vaporwave textures and slow, pulsing deep drones, creating a dark atmospheric bed. Layers of washed-out synths swell beneath heavily distorted nu metal guitar riffs that cut through the mix in the chorus. Percussion is crisp and gated, blending retro samples with hard-hitting modern beats, while lingering pads fill out the background, maintaining an eerie, immersive vibe throughout.
Lyrics
Hook.
I feel the void pull under my skin,
unavoidable, dragging me in.
Every heartbeat’s breaking the floor,
I run for the light but it’s closing the door.
Unavoidable, you’re all I can’t escape,
like a crash in slow motion I’m locked in your shape.
Verse 1.
Neon ghosts are humming in the wires,
vapor in my lungs, breathing out the fires.
City in the distance, flicker in the haze,
I’m falling through the bass, through the breakbeat maze.
Footsteps echo but they’re out of time,
shadows on the ceiling spell your name in grime.
Pre‑Chorus.
Every signal bends, every line distorts,
you’re the glitch in my veins and the last resort.
I can feel you rise when the drums come down,
like a siren on the shore of a dead‑end town.
Chorus (Variation).
I feel the void pull under my skin,
unavoidable, dragging me in.
Every heartbeat’s breaking the floor,
I run for the light but it’s closing the door.
Unavoidable, you’re all I can’t escape,
when the chorus explodes I dissolve in your shape.
Verse 2.
Your voice is a thunder in a dial‑tone storm,
cutting through the drones where the cold beats form.
Fingers on the fretboard draw a burning line,
carving out the pieces that were never mine.
I sink with the kick, rise with the snare,
but I never break free from the weight of your stare.
Bridge.
Strip the color, let the world turn grey,
let the guitars scream everything I can’t say.
If there’s a way out, it’s a ghosted track,
lost in the feedback, never coming back.