Riven Loom – Skin

Riven Loom is not a genre, but a feeling. A space where ambient textures, emotional ballads and human voices drift between memory and motion. #ModernRock #AtmosphericMusic #CinematicRock #rivenloom Lyrics I’ve spent a year hugging a ghost of light. My fingertips are numb from the glow of the night. Glass. cold glass under my thumb. Searching for a pulse, but the wires are dumb. I’m a biological mess in a digital suit. Reaching for the branch, but i’ve lost the root. I’m starving for the skin. The friction... the heat... the sin. I don't want your image, i don't want your feed. I want the salt, the sweat, the bleed. Donne-moi quelque chose qui se décompose. Give me a soul i can actually graze. Synthetic. everything is so synthetic. My empathy is starting to feel prosthetic. I’m clicking "like" just to feel a spark. But it’s just another spark in a hollow dark. I want to feel the weight of a hand on my chest. Before the algorithms lay me to rest. Digital is forever. But the skin... the skin has an expiration date. That’s why it matters. That’s why i’m hungry for it. I'm tracing the outline of a memory on the wall. Waiting for a shadow or a whisper or a call. But the resolution's failing, the colors start to bleed. Your ghost is the only thing that i don't really need. I'm tired of the pixels, i'm tired of the light. Just give me the darkness and the friction of the night. Do you remember the weight? The actual weight of being alive? No latency. no filters. Just the second before it all slips away. I can’t download the touch. I can’t upload the heat. I’m just a heart in the static, looking for a beat. Donne-moi quelque chose qui se décompose. I'm starving for the real... I'm starving for the feel. Signal lost. Organic. Raw. Let me in.