The storm inside

A song from the fictional character Adz, from the game Liminal Vector. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons is coincidental. Generated with Suno AI. LYRICS ------------ New streets, same face, but the eyes don't agree, Something changed in the air, something changed in me. The towers lean over like they know what I don't, And the night has a color it didn't before. I remember that moon — how it burned through the haze, Not silver, not white, just a bruise in the grey. Nobody screamed, nobody ran from the sight, But something went missing that night. Then the one at the top disappeared from the frame, And the next left the room without taking the blame. We watched from our windows as the sirens went by, Then went back to our dinners and decided to lie. Some searched the heavens, some searched the dead, Some drew predictions and shook their heads. But every answer dissolved in the rain, And the clouds kept gathering again and again. Maybe the storm isn't only outside, Maybe it follows whatever we hide. Maybe the wind knows the things we won't say, Maybe it's carrying the old world away. Violet, violet, over our heads, Something is waking, something is dead. We keep inching forward, we keep looking back, Trying to remember what we thought we had. Violet, violet, colouring the rain, Tell me we're dreaming, tell me again. If this is the ending, why does it feel Like something is waiting for us to reveal? I lost what I carried before I arrived, Now I count what remains just to know I'm alive. Every familiar face has a stranger inside, Every street I remember has somewhere to hide. The power cuts out and the whole block goes still, Then a voice through the darkness asks, “You good?” — and I will. A hand finds a hand where the hallway is blind, Nobody speaks, but nobody leaves anyone behind. Maybe that's nothing. Maybe that's all. Maybe the smallest things matter most when we fall. I won't call it hope — hope sounds too clean. I'll call it a light where there shouldn't have been. Violet, violet, over our heads, Something is waking, something is dead. We keep inching forward, we keep looking back, Trying to remember what we thought we had. Violet, violet, colouring the rain, Tell me we're dreaming, tell me again. If this is the ending, why does it feel Like something is waiting for us to reveal? No prophecy. No warning. No one knows what comes in the morning. The sky keeps breaking. The ground keeps turning. Somebody's crying. Somebody's learning. And when the dark comes down too fast— find someone whose hand you can hold. Find someone worth staying for when everything turns cold. Violet, violet, over our heads, Something is waking, something is dead. We keep inching forward, we keep looking back, Walking the edge of a widening crack. Violet, violet, coloring the rain, Nothing we touch will return as it came. If this is the ending, don't face it alone— Find someone to hold when the whole world lets go. Violet... Violet... Don't let go. Violet... Violet... Don't let go.