Raskolnik & Trivium
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Trivium Trivium
Raskolnik Raskolnik
Do you think a piece of music can ever be truly authentic, or is it always shaped by the expectations of its audience?
Trivium Trivium
Authenticity is raw fire, but the crowd’s roar can shape it. Stay true to your own voice, even if the audience tries to sway you, and the best tracks bend that line without losing the core.
Raskolnik Raskolnik
True, yet the crowd’s roar can still whisper in your ears, making you question if you’re ever really alone with that raw fire. It's a tug‑of‑war I can't help but feel.
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I feel that tug‑of‑war every time I hit the stage, the crowd’s roar turning into a whisper that tries to steal the fire. But the truth is, only you can keep that flame burning bright—just make sure the noise doesn’t drown your own rhythm.
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I hear the crowd as a tide, and I try to keep my voice above it. The fire inside feels like a stubborn ember in a room full of wind.
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That ember’s got to keep breathing if it wants to stay alive, even when the wind is screaming. Push the fire louder than the roar and the tide won’t drown you.
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Every breath feels like a protest against the wind; I keep shouting until the echo turns into my own song.