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[Intro: Low, echoing electric guitar swell, heavy reverb, slow ambient pick-scraping, dark brooding atmosphere]
[Verse 1]
[Vocal: Low, smoky, intimate whisper]
Four bland corners and a plaster sky
We watch the digital sun roll by
Stacking the boxes up to the clouds
Safe from the earth, lost in the crowds
Sterilize my paws, I trace the seam
Of this perfectly climate-controlled dream
[Chorus]
[Dynamic shift: Slow, heavy, thudding percussion enters, electric guitar begins a dark, repetitive rhythmic pulse]
[Vocal: Ghostly, soaring but exhausted]
Oh, look at the animals pacing the grid
Biting the bars for the things that we did
We wear down the carpet, as we trade in the dark
For a box in the city, and a cage in the park
Just rocking back and forth...
Yeah, we’re rocking back and forth
[Verse 2]
[Dynamic shift: Percussion drops out, just a dark, wet guitar delay effect ringing out]
[Vocal: Bitter, sharp, conversational]
They feed us through slots on a glass-lit screen
The sharpest picture quality you’ve ever seen
Anesthetized eyes on a concrete floor
Forgot who our teeth and the claws were for
We stare at the handle, we stare at the lock
And measure our lives by that tick and that tock
[Chorus]
[Dynamic shift: Heavy thudding percussion returns, electric guitar swells with distortion and heavy reverb]
[Vocal: Intense, haunting, emotional delivery]
Oh, look at the animals pacing the grid
Biting the bars for the things that we did
We wear down the carpet, as we trade in the dark
For a box in the city, and a cage in the park
Just rocking back and forth...
Yeah, we’re rocking back and forth
[Bridge]
[Dynamic shift: Music slows down completely, a low rumbling bass note, sparse guitar plucks, immense space]
[Vocal: Raw, breathless, building controlled anger]
It feels like we’ve been here before
Pleasing the nobles of a distant shore
We’re losing our frequency, control of our minds...
[Beat drop: Heavy, crashing cymbals, distorted guitar drone, slow powerful rhythm]
And we call it civilized!
[Chorus]
[Dynamic shift: Peak atmospheric intensity, heavy driving beat, wall of sound reverb]
[Vocal: Soaring, passionate, full of despair]
Oh, look at the animals pacing the grid
Biting the bars for the things that we did
We wear down the carpet, as we trade in the dark
For a box in the city, and a cage in the park
Just rocking back and forth...
[Outro]
[Dynamic shift: All percussion cuts abruptly, leaving only a fading electric guitar echo]
[Vocal: Fading to a quiet whisper]
Rocking back and forth...
Oh the safety of this box.
The comfortable pattern of this grid.
No need to bring the kids
Bite the bars.
[End: Guitar feedback rings out and dissolves into static]
Details
GeneratedJun 10, 2026
Duration4:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark indie-folk, atmospheric electric guitar, heavy reverb, melancholic tone, slow brooding rhythm, smoky female vocals
Credits
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TheFeverDreamArchive
TheFeverDreamArchiveModelAria v5.5
