

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1 – Low, Controlled] The hunt is hours behind me now — Wolves thinned to rumor and rain I pass through iron into marble Still tasting powder and vein Gaslight bends along the columns Humidity against my skin The Quarter hums below the tombs But up here, I draw it in This is not retreat. This is composure. [Pre-Chorus – Subtle Lift] When the pulse slows down, The truth steps forward. [Chorus – Sleaze-Calibrated, Expansive] Beneath quarter light I let the tension breathe Let older voices speak Let the marble cool the need Beneath quarter light I don’t answer in the heat I let the hunger lean toward me Before I let it eat [Verse 2 – Observational, Intimate] He waits beneath the upper archway — A figure close to my design Older only in accumulation Sharper in the line Centuries settle in his posture Certainty without display “End it clean. Remove the hunter. Leave no threat to stay.” His voice is measured marble. His future tightly drawn. [Pre-Chorus – Tension Between Them] I tell him She hesitated Before she lowered aim. He calls it weakness. I call it dimension. [Chorus – Wider Instrumentation] Beneath quarter light I let the tension breathe Let older voices speak Let the marble cool the need Beneath quarter light I don’t answer in the heat I let the hunger lean toward me Before I let it eat [Break – Drums Drop, Bass Holds] (Low bass pulse. Ambient guitar shimmer.) [Guitar Solo – Expressive, Cinematic] (Minor key lead. Slow bends, sustained notes. Echoed vibrato. Melody over speed. Builds gradually, resolves downward — controlled, not triumphant.) [Bridge – Intimate, Defining Line] Between iron gates and trumpet breath Between jasmine, bone, and sky I decide what kind of monster Meets your steady eye Not extinction dressed as order Not supremacy refined I can feel the pull of ending And make it wait in line [Final Chorus] Beneath quarter light I take my time Let the city hold its tone I choose the hunger I reveal And leave the rest alone Beneath quarter light I don’t perform for open fire I decide when I’m alone [Outro – Atmospheric Fade] (Guitar echoes. Slow bass pulse. Distant brass dissolving into humid night.)
Tags
Moody gothy/sleaze rock, pulsing bass, atmospheric guitar, expressive solo, cinematic restraint, gothic male baritone
6:14
No
2/28/2026