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The Holding Pattern
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The Holding Pattern was released on November 29, 2025 by The Oracle as a part of the album Ghost Writer
November 29, 2025
LabelThe Oracle
LanguageEnglish
BPM88
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Verse]
Caged in a maze, no escape, just the chatter,
Life on repeat, stuck in the holding pattern.
Clock hands tap dance, mocking my patience,
Dreams circling, grounded by obligations.
Concrete jungle, no vines to climb,
Every step forward feels like a rewind.
Heartbeat syncs with the bassline’s growl,
Shadows stretch long, predators prowl.
[Chorus]
Round and round, no landing in sight,
The holding pattern, circling through the night.
Wings clipped, trapped in flight,
The holding pattern, fight or ignite.
[Verse 2]
Skyscrapers loom like bars on a cell,
Hustle on the surface, but I’m stuck in this shell.
Turbulence of thoughts, no steady ground,
Echoes in my head, a looping sound.
Maps in my hands, destinations fade,
Every path forward, the same charade.
Pressure builds up, a boiling kettle scream,
But the pattern persists, stifling the dream.
[Chorus]
Round and round, no landing in sight,
The holding pattern, circling through the night.
Wings clipped, trapped in
[Verse]
Stuck in the spin, spiral tight like a noose
Time drips thick, syrup slow, no excuse
Echoes in the hall, shadowboxing my fears
Clock hands laughing, ticking away years
Dreams on pause, frozen in midair
No ladder, no rope, just a blank stare
Grimy windows, city breathing despair
Wings clipped, I’m a jet that don’t dare
[Chorus]
The holding pattern, circling the same zone
No touchdown, just a loop, I roam
The holding pattern, trapped in my own dome
Locked skies, nowhere to call home
[Verse 2]
Clouds like a prison, sky's a cold warden
Hope's a mirage, fading while I'm boarding
Maps crumpled, torn routes to the edge
Voices in static, promises that hedge
Basslines rumble, chest feels the quake
Words cut jagged, leave scars in their wake
Every loop tighter, horizon's a fake
Dreams chained heavy, can’t catch a break
[Bridge]
I scream, but the void just swallows
No echoes, no paths, just deep hollows
Cracked compass, directionless arrows
Flying blind, shadows on the meadows
Written by: Dionisio Di Marzio
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