The Riddle

Album: Dreams and Riddles
Artist: Majestik
Genre: Synthwave / Dreamwave

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Lyrics

A voice emerges from the hollow air,
It weaves a question, leaves it there.
"Find the truth where the shadows meet,
But lose yourself in its heartbeat."

The wind is heavy, it pulls me through,
A maze of whispers I can’t undo.
The answer waits where the silence clings,
Yet every step unravels things.

Every step feels like a circle,
Winding tighter as I run.
Am I the hunter or the hurdle?
A thread undone by what’s begun.

Tell me, what’s the weight of a heartbeat?
What’s the sound of the storm?
If the truth is a riddle,
Does it shatter or transform?
In the puzzle of forever,
Do I hold or break the chain?
Or am I only a question,
Carried on by endless rain?

The stars are quiet, their glow withdrawn,
They hide their secrets in the dawn.
A mirror shatters, a voice breaks free,
It whispers, "You’re not what you seem to be."

The air grows colder, my senses fade,
A fleeting answer slips away.
The further I go, the less I find,
Is the riddle stealing time?

Every thread pulls me deeper,
Through the echoes of my name.
Am I the solver or the keeper,
Of the riddle’s endless flame?

Tell me, what’s the shape of an echo?
What’s the color of the wind?
If the truth is a shadow,
Does it break or does it bend?
In the labyrinth of meaning,
Do I hold the missing piece?
Or am I just another fragment,
Falling further, seeking peace?

The riddle twists, it changes form,
A distant fire, both cold and warm.
I reach, I fall, I rise again,
But every answer feels the same.

A fleeting glimpse, a fleeting sound,
A secret buried underground.
And when I touch the final thread,
The question shifts inside my head.

The riddle calls, it haunts, it sings,
A melody with fractured wings.
The answer fades, the shadows grow,
And still I ask, "What do I know?"