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Balmy Cataclysm 2 by JASON

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Balmy Cataclysm 2

Indie Pop,female vocals

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Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
Balmy twilight spills like honey on the street,
Luxuriant vines curl down where pavement and wildflowers meet.
We laugh, giddy and reckless, like a farce on repeat,
But there are shadows—ignominy clings to our feet.
[Pre-Chorus]
We won't kowtow to fears that pull us down,
We light our lanterns, map the ruins of this town.
To defray the debt of sorrow, we spend our courage, not a crown,
Elated with small rebellions, we burn what drags us down.
[Chorus]
In the cataclysm we find our light,
Balmy nights, we learn to fight.
Giddy hearts turn pain into song,
Elated—together we are strong.
[Verse 2]
They said the aftermath would be a tale of loss and blame,
A theater of whispers, a staged, polite farce with shame.
But we walk through the wreckage with wine and a name,
Luxuriant hope in our pockets, ready to stake our claim.
[Pre-Chorus]
We won't kowtow to the night that tells us who to be,
We trace constellations on broken rooftops, wild and free.
Defray the weight of yesterday by sharing our key,
Absolve the quiet corners—let the new beginning be.
[Chorus]
In the cataclysm we find our light,
Balmy nights, we learn to fight.
Giddy hearts turn pain into song,
Elated—together we are strong.
[Bridge]
Ignominy falls like ash; we stamp it out with dance,
We plant luxuriant gardens in the rubble—give them a chance.
No more bowing, no more hollow second-chance romance,
We absolve ourselves in motion, in a fierce, persistent glance.
[Chorus - Variation]
In this cataclysm we claim our flight,
Balmy mornings follow the midnight fight.
Giddy, elated—we rise along,
Defray the costs, make suffering a song.
[Outro]
Balmy breaths, luxuriant dawn, a new beginning found,
We won't kowtow to old ghosts; we stand on steadier ground.
Absolve the past, elated and unbound,
In the cataclysm of our making—love is the sound.