(Heavy, distorted guitar riff kicks in - think early Soundgarden meets a touch of Hum)
The second hand, a frantic wave, right through my weary skull
Each tick a judgment, sharp and grave, the room begins to lull
This gravity, it pulls me down, a slow and muddy seep
My concrete shoes on hallowed ground, secrets I long to keep.
(Verse 2 - Vocals become slightly more strained, drums pound a steady beat)
The sweat slick sheets, a battlefield, where pleasure masks the dread
This hurried touch, a love concealed, words better left unsaid
The clock face leers, a mocking grin, those spindly arms they sway
Reminding me of what's within, and how it slips away.
(Chorus - Vocals rise in intensity, guitar chords become more open and ringing)
Sinking, sinking, in this stale perfume
Truth cracks the ceiling of this rented room
A holy ghost, a whispered name, and the chasm in between
God, her, and I, a broken frame, a fractured, fevered scene.
The deviation of three, a constant, aching hum
This desperate beat inside of me, until the kingdom come.
(Verse 3 - Tempo slows slightly, bass line becomes more prominent)
The air hangs thick with what we chased, a phantom limb of bliss
This hollow ache, forever laced, with just a stolen kiss
The truth unfolds, a painful bloom, beneath the neon glare
This fragile heart, consumed by gloom, a silent, whispered prayer.
(Chorus - Vocals become more desperate, guitar feedback swells)
Sinking, sinking, in this stale perfume
Truth cracks the ceiling of this rented room
A holy ghost, a whispered name, and the chasm in between
God, her, and I, a broken frame, a fractured, fevered scene.
The deviation of three, a constant, aching hum
This desperate beat inside of me, until the kingdom come.
(Bridge - Guitar solo - raw, emotional, with bends and sustain, building in intensity and then fading slightly)
(Verse 4 - Vocals return, quieter, almost a lament)
The hands still wave, a slow goodbye, to moments we can't seize
This static space where feelings die, carried on the breeze
Love, a fragile, distant star, I glimpsed it through the haze
But deviation leaves a scar, in these confusing days.
(Chorus - Vocals full of resignation and a hint of defiance, guitar chords heavy and sustained)
Sinking, sinking, in this stale perfume
Truth cracks the ceiling of this rented room
A holy ghost, a whispered name, and the chasm in between
God, her, and I, a broken frame, a fractured, fevered scene.
The deviation of three, a constant, aching hum
This desperate beat inside of me, until the kingdom come.
(Outro - Guitar riff from the beginning returns, fades out slowly with feedback and cymbal crashes)
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