Inventory, Music & Lyrics by Ella Borgia

Inventory, Music & Lyrics by Ella Borgia She counts the frozen things that she has kept, Old wounds are sleeping in the cold. Forgotten laughter where the shadows slept, Filed under stories left untold. The fading warmth is hidden in a jar, Unsure of where the living embers are. She catalogs it all without the tears, Precision cutting through the passing time. What is lost is lost throughout the years, The chilling memory of a rhythm and rhyme. [build - slow deep electronic sub-bass swell, piano keys intensify the emotional tension, major harmonic lift] She counts the biting cold against the warm, The damage done before the rising storm. The things she loved, the armor that she shed, The empty spaces turning full of dread. She counts them all and deeply knows the cost, Each careful gain, each quiet item lost. The hunger stirs, she isn't sure it's real, Or just a ghost of what went by. The joy is present but it cannot feel, Just grazing lightly as the moments fly. She presses frozen fingers to her chest, Unsure she feels it living with the rest. She catalogs it all without the tears, Precision cutting through the passing time. What is lost is lost throughout the years, The chilling memory of a rhythm and rhyme. She counts the biting cold against the warm, The damage done before the rising storm. The things she loved, the armor that she shed, The empty spaces turning full of dread. She counts them all and deeply knows the cost, Each careful gain, each quiet item lost. Follow Ella Borgia on YouTube: @ellaborgia Produced by Ella Borgia utilizing advanced generative audio synthesis. ℗ & © 2026 Ella Borgia Music. All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication, public performance, or streaming of this material is strictly prohibited. #ellaborgia #alternativemusic #postpunk #darkwave