
Why....?
Dark pop, Dark trap, playful horror, Dark Indie pop, dark picopop, dark female distorted high pitch vocals, vocaloid

Why....?
Dark pop, Dark trap, playful horror, Dark Indie pop, dark picopop, dark female distorted high pitch vocals, vocaloid
Lyrics
Verse 1
I reached for the sun, but it burned through my hands,
A dying ember, slipping like sand.
Promises whispered, now shattered alarms,
I’m choking on the ashes of a world falling apart.
Pre-Chorus
Tell me why the stars bleed when they shine,
Why every dream’s a detonated lie?
I built this hope on a splintered spine—
One breath from heaven, now I’m breaking the d-d-d-divine.
Chorus
WHY… do the wings melt when we fly?
WHY… does the dawn taste like goodbye?
You gave me life just to watch it bleed,
A beautiful lie, a venomous creed.
WHY…?
Post-Chorus Hook
(Why…? Tell me why…)
(Why…? We’re born to die…)
(Why…?)
Verse 2
I-I-I carved my soul on an altar of trust,
Now it’s drowning in the tears of the unjust.
The higher I climb, the harder the fall,
A puppet hung on heaven’s rusted chains—I can’t breathe at all.
Pre-Chorus
Frenetic energy, layered vocals
Was it a test? Or a sick pantomime?
To light the fuse, then blame me for the crime?
I held the world in a splintered embrace—
Now it’s dust, and I’m spitting out grace.
Chorus
W-W-WHY… do the wings melt when we fly?
WHY… does the dawn taste like goodbye?
You gave me life just to watch it bleed,
A beautiful lie, a venomous creed.
WHY…?
Post-Chorus Hook
(Why…? Tell me why…)
(Why…? We’re born to die…)
(Why…?)
Bridge
Was it all a joke? Did you steal my prayers?
I’m still digging graves in the shape of my tears…
Is this salvation? Or a cage made of light?
The answer’s a knife—it’s clawing through the night!
“WHAT’S THE POINT IF ALL WE DO IS DIE?”
Final Chorus
WHY… do the wings melt when we fly?
WHY… does the dawn taste like goodbye?
You gave me life just to watch it b-b-b-bleed,
A beautiful lie, a venomous creed.
WHY…?
Post-Chorus Hook
(Why…? Tell me why…)
(Why…? We’re born to die…)
(Why…?)
Outro
Why…?
(Why…?)
Why… does the silence eat the sky?
