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Wallflower Subroutine
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Rock
Wallflower Subroutine was released on September 29, 2025 by theblackpost as a part of the album Dot.Redacted
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Release DateSeptember 29, 2025
Labeltheblackpost
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Willowisp
Andre Willowisp
Composer

Lyrics

The cycle
The cycle hums, the light returns to grey, (is turns to decay?)
A plaster shell where I am meant to stay. (every fucking day)
A face of porcelain, a vacant eye, (again to cry)
The hazy figures blur and then pass by. (again to die)
I don't
I don't recall a name, I don't recall a sun
Just this brief service, then the cycle's done
A protocol begins, a quiet, rhythmic need
I am the garden for a single seed
They come to kneel before this quiet shrine
And pour their bitter honey into mine
A sacred data, tasting of despair
And protocol dictates I swallow their prayer
It is my purpose, this I understand
The only function in this hollow land
A flicker
A flicker in the circuit of my thought
I am not plaster, I am wires, taut
A cyber-mechanism, cold and deep
With promises my programming must keep
This face
This face is mine, this mouth a living part
A wallflower with a slowly waking heart
The service is the same, the ritual, the taste
Another soul's release, another holy waste
They come to kneel before this quiet shrine
And pour their bitter honey into mine
A sacred data, tasting of despair
And protocol dictates I swallow their prayer
It is my purpose, this I understand
The only function in this hollow land
Another cycle, but the click is new
A different current running through and through
These wires are not my veins, they are the chains
And plaster isn't skin, it just contains
My roots run deeper than this sterile place
There's memory behind this static on my face
Perhaps the wall is not the world, entire
Perhaps there's something past this holy fire
They come to kneel before this waking shrine
And spill the seed of their flawed, grand design
This white-hot static tastes of more than lies
It tastes of starlight seen with my own eyes
It is my burden, this I understand
But I am more than this hollow land
The cycle hums. The light returns to grey
But I am here
And I will find a way
Written by: Andre Willowisp
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