The mimic

High energy hard metal techno

April 8th, 2024suno

歌词

(Verse 1) In the darkness, where shadows breed, The mimic lurks, fueled by greed. Strings of fate, it deftly weaves, A master of lies, none perceives. (Chorus) Lurking in the shadows, pulling strings unseen, The mimic's dance, a twisted scheme. Collective conscience, under its sway, In the depths of night, it holds its prey. (Verse 2) Eyes aglow with a sinister gleam, It haunts our dreams, a waking scream. Whispers in the night, its voice so sly, Entwining souls, beneath the sky. (Chorus) Lurking in the shadows, pulling strings unseen, The mimic's dance, a twisted scheme. Collective conscience, under its sway, In the depths of night, it holds its prey. (Bridge) Beneath the mask, a fractured soul, Lost in darkness, it takes its toll. Puppet master of our fears, In its grasp, we shed our tears. (Chorus) Lurking in the shadows, pulling strings unseen, The mimic's dance, a twisted scheme. Collective conscience, under its sway, In the depths of night, it holds its prey. (Outro) Beware the mimic, in the dark it thrives, A puppet master, of our lives. (Verse 3) With every step, its presence near, Echoes of dread, ringing clear. A mimic's touch, a chilling embrace, In its shadow, we find no solace. (Chorus) Lurking in the shadows, pulling strings unseen, The mimic's dance, a twisted scheme. Collective conscience, under its sway, In the depths of night, it holds its prey. (Bridge) In the labyrinth of deceit, we're ensnared, Trapped in illusions, never spared. Its laughter echoes, a haunting sound, In its web of lies, we're bound. (Chorus) Lurking in the shadows, pulling strings unseen, The mimic's dance, a twisted scheme. Collective conscience, under its sway, In the depths of night, it holds its prey. (Outro) Beware the mimic, its grip won't wane, In the corridors of fear, it reigns. (Bridge) In the labyrinth of deceit, we're ensnared, Trapped in illusions, never spared. Its laughter echoes, a haunting sound, In its web of lies, we're bound. (Outro) Beware the mimic, its grip won't wane, In the corridors of fear, it reigns.