Drop

[Intro] In a world of silence, a drop breaks free, A sphere of liquid, a mystery. From faucets tightened with all our might, Yet the sound persists, echoing in the night. [Chorus] Oh, the drip, drip, drip, driving me insane, A constant reminder of my endless pain. Through tears of sorrow, and the blood we’ve shed, The drop keeps falling, echoing in my head. [Verse 2] In a storm so fierce, the rain cascades, Billions of droplets in a ruthless parade. Allergies flare, eyes itch and burn, Drops to heal, but they leave us churned. [Chorus] Oh, the drip, drip, drip, driving me insane, A constant reminder of my endless pain. Through tears of sorrow, and the blood we’ve shed, The drop keeps falling, echoing in my head. [Verse 3] On a mission deep within the enemy's lair, We moved with stealth, caught unaware. Friends fell, betrayed by fate’s cruel hand, The drops of torture, I couldn’t withstand. [Pre-Chorus] Awoke to find my world turned dark, Memories of betrayal left their mark. The echo of the drip, the relentless fall, Haunting my mind, breaking my wall. [Chorus] Oh, the drip, drip, drip, driving me insane, A constant reminder of my endless pain. Through tears of sorrow, and the blood we’ve shed, The drop keeps falling, echoing in my head. [Verse 4] Tried to live, to build anew, But the drops pursued, my fears they grew. From every corner, every face I’d see, Those cursed drops wouldn’t let me be. [Pre-Chorus] Bound in a chair, the torture returned, The voice of my friend, my sanity burned. Struck him down, again and again, Lost in the madness, drowning in pain. Now in a cell, where shadows creep, The drops still fall, they never sleep. A demon's curse, a relentless foe, The drip, drip, drip, forever echoes. [Chorus] Oh, the drip, drip, drip, driving me insane, A constant reminder of my endless pain. Through tears of sorrow, and the blood we’ve shed, The drop keeps falling, echoing in my head. [Chorus] Through tears of sorrow, and the blood we’ve shed, The drop keeps falling, echoing in my head. [Outro] A drop is a cold sphere from the depths of hell, A demon's whisper, in its silent spell. Through every torment, every tear we cry, The drop keeps falling, until the day we die.