

Unread Letters
Gothic-industrial dirge that escalates into rage. Opens in stark minimalism: haunting, single-note piano line ringing out in vast emptiness, cold and foreboding. Vocals begin as a low, venom-laced murmur. The build is patient but inevitable—post-first verse, walls of heavily processed electric guitars descend, layered with a crushing, programmed drum assault full of gated reverb kicks and metallic percussion. When the main hook hits, the track becomes an onslaught: singer transforms into full-lung, screaming fury, riding the wave of distortion and pounding beats. Overarching emotion: unfiltered, seething hatred.
2026-02-01 02:33:02
V2.0
[Verse 1]
Remember when you wrote me love notes every day?
Slipped them in my pocket, gave the words away.
I saved every line like treasure in a chest,
Now they sit unopened, gathering dust like the rest.
[Pre-Chorus]
I still smell your ink on the page,
But it feels like another age.
[Chorus]
These letters went unread, just like our ending,
We were supposed to keep sending.
Why’d the words dry up? Why’d the fire go cold?
Tell me, baby, what story got sold?
[Verse 2]
You used to say forever was written in our hands,
Now your handwriting’s foreign, like it belongs to different lands.
I open one sometimes, hoping to feel you near,
But it’s just paper ghosts and unshed tears.
[Pre-Chorus]
The mailbox stays empty, the pen stays dry,
No more reasons why.
[Chorus]
These letters went unread, just like our ending,
We were supposed to keep sending.
Why’d the words dry up? Why’d the fire go cold?
Tell me, baby, what story got sold?
[Verse 3]
I thought we’d fill volumes, page after page,
A library of us through every stage.
But the book slammed shut before chapter two,
Now I’m left holding the residue.
[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe I’ll burn them, set the past free,
What do you think of me?
[Chorus]
These letters went unread, just like our ending,
We were supposed to keep sending.
Why’d the words dry up? Why’d the fire go cold?
Tell me, baby, what story got sold?
[Bridge]
Hey, if you ever find a stamp and a spare minute,
Don’t bother—don’t send it.
We wrote the wrong ending, sealed it too tight,
Time to turn out the light.
[Outro]
I’ll keep the box closed, move to a new shelf,
Learn to love myself.
Those letters were promises we couldn’t keep,
Now they sleep.

Love it!
Nice vibe
So moving