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Flame's Respite (2025 Remaster)

Grace kade

Lost for words beneath your goddamn shadow, Eaten up by youth and the endless flaws. Just a broken mess, worth diminished, Trapped behind my own pathetic laws

But standing there, I saw it clearly: A heavy burden in his vacant eyes. The same sick demons crawling near him, Where the silent, judging doubt still lies

A cheap contract, straight out of the sky, A mission only for him and me. I built a wall so the shame couldn't leak, But the slow, slow-burning fire we set free Consumed all the wreckage of what we believed. And somehow, man, we saw the task through

When the world went black, we just traded secrets, Spoke in measured, dead-end tones. Our bond? Not some rapid rush, just moving slow, Like rocks on those damn silent stones

No sudden rush, no cheap high feeling, Just a steady, constant, dull beat. Beneath the skies of crushing gray, we held That rhythm that kept the pain sweet

A cheap contract, straight out of the sky, A mission only for him and me! I built a wall so the shame couldn't leak, But the slow, slow-burning fire we set free Consumed all the wreckage of what we believed. And somehow, man, we saw the task through

In the world's harsh noise, we found this dead silence, A quiet harbor where the ship is sunk. Two bruised souls standing on this broken ground, In deep tranquility, totally punked

This peace is solid, yeah, it's real and true. (A comfort known only by us now.)

And finally, the beat of two steady hearts Just rings out... clear and numb. (Yeah... numb.)

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    Flame's Respite (2025 Remaster)

    Grace kade

A chronicle of two souls, their worth diminished, consumed by youth and endless flaws. A solitary mission a "cheap contract from the sky" becomes the slow-burning fire that incinerates all the wreckage of what they believed. Amidst the world's harsh noise, they discover a "dead silence," a quiet harbor where the ship is sunk, and an unshakeable, numbing peace despite their profound wounds. There is no sudden high. Only a steady, constant, dull beat that keeps the pain sweet. This is the record of the clear, yet numb comfort, a truth known only by them now.

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