Hillside ( Reprise )
Dark, A cracked, nasal baritone that sounds like itโs been smoked, soaked in whiskey, and dragged through regret, The song is in a minor key, likely A minor, and maintains a moderate tempo throughout, The instrumentation features a clean electric guitar playing arpeggiated chords, a walking bass line, and a drum kit providing a steady, understated rhythm with brushes on the snare, The chord progression is largely diatonic, creating a sense of introspection, The vocal delivery is clear and articulate, with a conversational quality that occasionally shifts to a more dramatic, almost spoken-word style during certain phrases, There are moments of dynamic build-up, particularly leading into the chorus, Murderfolk, Dark Folk, and Americana, mixing traditional folk/country with heavy metal, blues, and punk elements, focusing on macabre themes like death, crime, and addiction with a Southern Gothic feel, often described as "noir-folk" or "hardcore-adjacent folk"
Hillside ( Reprise )
Dark, A cracked, nasal baritone that sounds like itโs been smoked, soaked in whiskey, and dragged through regret, The song is in a minor key, likely A minor, and maintains a moderate tempo throughout, The instrumentation features a clean electric guitar playing arpeggiated chords, a walking bass line, and a drum kit providing a steady, understated rhythm with brushes on the snare, The chord progression is largely diatonic, creating a sense of introspection, The vocal delivery is clear and articulate, with a conversational quality that occasionally shifts to a more dramatic, almost spoken-word style during certain phrases, There are moments of dynamic build-up, particularly leading into the chorus, Murderfolk, Dark Folk, and Americana, mixing traditional folk/country with heavy metal, blues, and punk elements, focusing on macabre themes like death, crime, and addiction with a Southern Gothic feel, often described as "noir-folk" or "hardcore-adjacent folk"
Lyrics
You know how this world can beat you down
I am damaged, malleable
I am the debris floating 'round the divine
I can't be the only one who thinks this way
I am deformation, made of clay
I drank from the fountain of decay
Falling backwards, hill same the up
Broken, forgotten, am I ever enough?
Falling downwards, up the same hill
Bruised, sore, lying on the floor
Life is a waterfall, that I'm drowning in
Three feet beneath the surface
And I keep sinking, searching for purchase
Am I to succumb or find purpose?
I fear I am obsolete, and I, oh
I can't be the only one who thinks that I'm -
Falling backwards, hill same the up
Broken, forgotten, am I ever enough?
Falling downwards, up the same hill
Bruised, sore, lying on the floor
You used to say, we'll make it through
But there really isn't an out, outta here
There really isn't anything, now, is there?
Do you know just how
Do you know just how...
I feel?
Falling backwards, hill same the up
Broken, forgotten, am I ever enough?
Falling downwards, up the same hill
Bruised, sore, lying on the floor
(Falling backwards, hill same the up)
I am rotten to the core
(Falling backwards, hill same the up)
I can not take this anymore
(Falling backwards, hill same the up)