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Burning in Slow Bleeding
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Burning in Slow Bleeding was released on July 1, 2026 by Shades of Life as a part of the album Life Less than Zero
ReleasedJuly 1, 2026
LabelShades of Life
LanguageEnglish
BPM160
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

The fire did not arrive all at once,
It settled softly in my bones,
A quiet flame beneath the skin,
A war fought far from anyone's home.
No thunder cracked above the mountains,
No lightning split the evening sky,
Just another day becoming heavier,
Another reason asking why.
The years moved like wounded rivers,
Dragging stones across the soul,
And every answer I was promised
Left another empty hole.
Some pains arrive like bullets.
Some arrive like rain.
One kills you in a moment.
One teaches you its name.
I am burning in slow bleeding,
A candle beneath the storm,
A heart still beating through the winter,
Trying desperately to stay warm.
Burning in slow bleeding,
Watching seasons come and go,
While carrying a wound too deep
For the world to ever know.
And every day takes something,
A dream.
A certainty.
A part of me.
Yet somehow leaves enough behind
To continue breathing.
The courtroom doors kept opening,
The courtroom doors kept closing,
Promises appeared like sunlight,
Then vanished without warning.
People said be patient,
People said trust time,
But time became another prison
Where hope served out its crime.
I watched tomorrow from a distance,
Like a ship beyond the sea,
Close enough to see its outline,
Too far away to reach me.
The body learns endurance.
The spirit learns delay.
The hardest battles are the ones
That never fully go away.
I am burning in slow bleeding,
A candle beneath the storm,
A heart still beating through the winter,
Trying desperately to stay warm.
Burning in slow bleeding,
Watching seasons come and go,
While carrying a wound too deep
For the world to ever know.
And every day takes something,
A dream.
A certainty.
A part of me.
Yet somehow leaves enough behind
To continue breathing.
Maybe suffering is not a mountain.
Maybe it is a drop of rain.
A thousand tiny sorrows
Carving valleys out of pain.
I am burning in slow bleeding,
Yet the fire has not won.
Though the night keeps growing longer,
I still wait for morning's sun.
Burning in slow bleeding,
With ashes in my hands,
Still believing there is meaning
Even when I don't understand.
And every wound becomes a story.
Every scar becomes a guide.
Every loss becomes a teacher.
Every tear becomes a tide.
And though the flame consumes the years,
Though the darkness keeps receding,
I remain,
Burning.
Living.
Slowly bleeding.
The tragedy was not the fall.
The tragedy was the waiting.
The waiting for answers.
The waiting for justice.
The waiting for life to begin again.
And somewhere between hope and exhaustion,
The fire kept burning again.
Written by: Sykology

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