Feast Your Eyes

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👁️ Feast your eyes. Feast your ears. This one is for you.

🌑 FREAKY FRIDAY FROLIC DROP 🌑
Today, I’m giving you something raw and special — an early premiere of my song Feast Your Eyes.

This is a gift for those who walk with me now, before the official release. You get to hear it first, in all its haunting, hungry energy. The full rollout will come later on Spotify, Apple Music, and everywhere else… but today, it’s yours.

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Intro (Instrumental)

Verse 1:
I sit here alone almost every night
Counting the days—my eternal fright.
A crypt of fools—what a horrible sight—
Filled with death and the things of blight.

Pre-Chorus:
Ghosts crowd the halls
Of our tomb-filled minds.

Chorus:
The ups are downs
And the lows are highs,
Unearthed, rot is risen;
Go ahead and feast your eyes.

Verse 2:
Fog along the cemetery,
I can see that it makes you wary.
My loneliness—not an average fairy—
Is now the burden you must ever carry.

Pre-Chorus:
Ghosts crowd the halls
Of our tomb-filled minds.

Chorus:
The ups are downs
And the lows are highs,
Unearthed, rot is risen;
Go ahead and feast your eyes.

[Instrumental]

Chorus (repeated):
The ups are downs
And the lows are highs,
Unearthed, rot is risen;
Go ahead and feast your eyes.

Outro (Instrumental)

© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

Tittu

Poet’s Note:
A Freaky Friday Frolic. Feast Your Eyes began as a song I wrote in the shadows of last week, and today I’m sharing it as a gift before its official release. It carries the voice of TragicLife — part gothic lament, part graveyard hymn — where rot rises, ghosts crowd the halls, and we are dared to dance straight into darkness.