On The Running Away

✍🏻 WRITTEN \u0026 COMPOSED BY EME LATINA (2026) ———————— THE CHALLENGE: ———————— The Circuit - Round 1 Prompt: Brazilian Samba × Industrial Vocal - Duet Instrument - Cuíca Word to use - Corrosion Samba is a buoyant Brazilian Carnival rhythm. The cuca is a friction drum that seems to laugh and cry. Industrial is harsh, mechanical, percussion-forward electronics. ------------ ABOUT: ------------ This song is about someone who has spent a long time running away from themselves, only to realize that escape doesn’t stop the pain; it only delays the transformation. The moon becomes a cold reminder that avoidance has never led anywhere. The thesis becomes: “Corrosion is not destruction... it’s the patient work of change.” As mountains erode, rocks break, rivers carve chasms, and soil splits open, none of these shifts are endings. They’re slow, natural processes that reshape what exists into something new. By the end, the moon isn’t cold anymore — it’s witnessing the future. The samba sections are meant to bring warmth and reflection, while the industrial underlayer is meant to anchor that tension. ------------ LYRICS: ------------ The moon touches my skin with the same coldness of someone who’s seen me fall. It’s not affection —it’s a warning. A reminder that running never took me anywhere. I don't wanna run away but what alternative is there? Não se assuste com o abismo que a água abriu, Foi o rio da vida que um caminho descobriu. A lama vai secar, o fruto vai brotar, Quem perdeu a forma hoje aprende a se encontrar... Moonlight falls over the mountains... The rock erodes slowly there, not from weakness, but because even solids learn to change... Corrosion isn’t destruction, though, it’s the patient work of change. (And that might sound a little strange...) The path is simple now: learn to listen to what I feel again... Não se assuste com o abismo que a água abriu, Foi o rio da vida que um caminho descobriu. A lama vai secar, o fruto vai brotar, Quem perdeu a forma hoje aprende a se encontrar... (Don't be scared, oh don't be scared) (Don't be scared, oh don't be scared) (Don't be scared, oh don't be scared) (Don't be scared, oh don't be scared) (Don't be scared, oh don't be scared) Don't be scared of the chasm the water carved, Don't be scared of the chasm the water carved, It was the river of life discovering a path. The mud will dry, the fruit will bloom, (Whoever lost their way learns to find themselves anew.) The moon touches the opened earth like someone blessing the emptiness that prepares the future...