Banjo and fiddle. Gaming, sugar, nicotine, drink, the scroll — then delete, crush, cut. Country-folk in Dm, Am, C, and G.
Skyggefall · Nattarkiv Studio
Lyrics
Intro
(Fast, driving banjo picking – a frantic, nervous energy that captures the feeling of withdrawal)
(Heavy acoustic guitar downstrokes in D minor)
We’re born with a hunger, a hole in the soul
Looking for something to make us feel whole
We chain our own hands with habits and lies
Chasing the comfort where the slow poison lies
feels like a shelter is a cage in the end
Breaking the lock is your only true friend.
Thousands of hours in a shooter game
Staring at pixels, forgetting your name
Chasing a rank while your real life decays
Lost in the static of digital haze
pause it or hide it, kill the thrill
Right-click, delete, and let the world stand still.
(Sound of a digital glitch followed by a sharp banjo pluck)
The crinkle of plastic, the sugar so sweet
A chemical comfort, a hollow retreat
Ultra-processed and engineered greed
Feeding a craving that you don't really need
Every bite is a weight, every candy a snare
Trade the short rush for the breath of fresh air.
Smoke in the lungs like fog on the creek
Making you heavy, making you weak
And the dip in the lip, that nicotine bite
Keeping you wired through the dead of the night
Throw out the tin, crush the last light
Reclaim your lungs and stand up and fight.
Bottles and powders, needles and glass
Watching the seasons and decades pass
From the whiskey burn to the opioid haze
Spending your spirit in a chemical daze
It’s a debt to the devil, a loan of your life
Cut the connection with a cold, sharp knife.
Chorus
Letting go is a heavy, winding road
But across the ridge, you’ve dropped the load
No more shackles, no more ghost supply
Just the banjo ringing in a clear sky.
Scrolling the screen for a digital nod
Making the "like" your new golden god
Addicted to drama, the rush, and the fame
Trading your peace for a meaningless game
Look up from the glass, look into the sun
The race for approval can never be won.
(Intense, aggressive banjo solo – like a man fighting his way out of a storm)
I’m singing these verses to clear out the gloom
To help you escape from your own narrow room
To quit what you love when it kills you inside
Is the only way to walk with pride!
Letting go is a heavy, winding road
But across the ridge, you’ve dropped the load
No more shackles, no more ghost supply
Just the banjo ringing in a clear sky.
Outro
(The weight is gone)
(The air is sweet)
You're breathing again
You're breathing again...
(Final rapid banjo flourish – abrupt stop on a D minor chord)