Id:

3a3b669754e8ae7d824675bccb4b5819b97b82282f773e1c17e861a96339292b

Prompt:

🧠 Lyrics Description: Two snipers on overwatch monitor a zone that shouldn’t exist. Coordinates don’t match visuals. Buildings on the map aren’t there. Through routine dialogue, they begin to realize this city may have been erased—or never existed at all. Their calm detachment masks creeping doubt as ghost chatter bleeds through the radio and nothing adds up. Style: Cold, clinical prog-djent. Tight, down-tuned riffs repeat like drone surveillance—precise but hollow. One guitar voice is rigid, mechanical; the other slips behind, slightly off-grid. Polyrhythms create disorientation without chaos. Solos are clipped and glitched, cut mid-phrase like corrupted audio. Percussion is dry, compressed, and pulse-based—more function than groove. The track ends in digital decay: signals drop, tones degrade, and silence wins.

Image:

Description:

The image depicts two men sitting on a bench in a cityscape, possibly in a futuristic setting. They appear to be observing something or someone, possibly a ghost or an anomaly in the urban environment. The cityscape is characterized by tall buildings, which seem to be in a state of disrepair or decay. The overall atmosphere of the scene is tense and mysterious, as the two men seem to be questioning the reality of their surroundings.

Songs:

Lyrics:

Title: Zone Null
Tags: Cold, clinical prog-djent, glitchy, hollow, distorted, ambient metal

[Verse 1]
Grid's aligned, but the world misfires  
Steel towers fade where shadows conspire  
Echoes hum from a channel dead  
\"Sector clear,\" but doubt has spread

[Verse 2]
Buildings mapped that don't exist  
Cursor floats through phantom mist  
Coordinates spiral, drawn by lies  
Infrared reads what the optic denies

[Pre-Chorus]
Crosshairs still—heartbeat low  
Signal loops where nothing shows

[Chorus]
In Zone Null, where silence screams  
Truth corrodes in fractured dreams  
We're ghosts watching ghosts dissolve  
No puzzle left for us to solve

[Verse 3]
Comms flare up—an ancient voice  
\"Do you read?\" in static's noise  
Both eyes open, yet blind as code  
Mapped terrain is a haunted mode

[Bridge]
[Synthetic Glitch Interlude]  
Snap, hiss—data shifts mid-frame  
The city's name was never claimed  
Who draws a map and leaves no name?

[Chorus]
In Zone Null, where silence screams  
Truth corrodes in fractured dreams  
We're ghosts watching ghosts dissolve  
No puzzle left for us to solve

[Outro]
[Flicker—Comm Drop]  
Drip-fed fear through copper veins  
Clicks and whines are all that remain  
Eyes on scope—no world in sight  
And silence wins this final fight

[End]