Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!)
Slow, hard bass, EDM, Dark, warped cello, lies, paradox, metal guitar, warped oboe lead, bouncy, female, repetitive,
English
Melancholic, introspective, and pained; a longing for recognition and understanding.
This song can be applied in scenarios of self-reflection, moments of solitude, or in a context where one reflects on the struggles of being misunderstood and undervalued.
The song features a blend of slow tempos with hard bass lines and electronic elements, accompanied by dark, warped cello that creates an eerie atmosphere. The metal guitar adds a raw edge to the emotional delivery, while the oboe lead provides a contrasting melodic line. The use of repetitive structures emphasizes the themes of despair and frustration, and the vocal delivery, especially with the anguished 'AHHHHHHHHHH!!!', highlights the intensity of the emotions expressed.
Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Oooooh Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I"m saying I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHH!!) (Ooohhh...) Idolizing shadows long after I"m gone Glory is a myth and I was never the one They miss every moment, ignore the sun Oooooohh Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I"m saying I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speak, speak, speaking in... (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!)
Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHH!!) (Ooohhh...) Idolizing shadows long after I"m gone Glory is a myth and I was never the one They miss every moment, ignore the sun Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speak, speak, speaking in... (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!)
Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHH!!) (Ooohhh...) Idolizing shadows long after I"m gone Glory is a myth and I was never the one They miss every moment, ignore the sun Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speak, speak, speaking in... (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!)
Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHH!!) (Ooohhh...) Idolizing shadows long after I"m gone Glory is a myth and I was never the one They miss every moment, ignore the sun Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speak, speak, speaking in... (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!)
Dissipating sky we fly, we fly Moments with a soft goodbye, oh oh oh Electric dreams they come alive, alive In this world where we survive
Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in Pain...
Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in Pain...
Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in Pain...
Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!)
Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!)
Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!)
Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!)