Pinhead, Pinhead — voice in the void where the lost get led,
Pinhead, Pinhead — calm in the dark like a fate widespread,
Pinhead, Pinhead — whisper in the air that’ll freeze your tread,
Pinhead, Pinhead — presence in the room like a thought half‑dead.
Pinhead, Pinhead — silence in the space where the brave feel dread,
Pinhead, Pinhead — echo in the hall like a truth unsaid,
Pinhead, Pinhead — shadow in the realm where the paths all thread,
Pinhead, Pinhead — name in the dark that the myths embed.
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VERSE 1 (16 bars — colder, more atmospheric)
Step into the hush where the walls breathe slow,
Where the dark folds in like a heavy shadow.
A puzzle on the floor with a quiet gleam,
A doorway to a realm built inside a dream.
He moves like a monarch with a timeless stance,
A calm so deep it can break your trance.
No rage, no rush, just a steady tone,
A presence that reminds you you’re not alone.
He’s the keeper of the quiet where the echoes roam,
A figure in the dark like a carved‑stone throne.
A whisper in the silence that chills your thread,
A calm‑cut omen — that’s Pinhead.
A myth in the void where the brave once bled,
A shadow in the realm where the lost are led.
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🔥 HOOK (repeat 8 bars)
Pinhead, Pinhead — voice in the void where the lost get led,
Pinhead, Pinhead — calm in the dark like a fate widespread,
Pinhead, Pinhead — whisper in the air that’ll freeze your tread,
Pinhead, Pinhead — presence in the room like a thought half‑dead.
Pinhead, Pinhead — silence in the space where the brave feel dread,
Pinhead, Pinhead — echo in the hall like a truth unsaid,
Pinhead, Pinhead — shadow in the realm where the paths all thread,
Pinhead, Pinhead — name in the dark that the myths embed.
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VERSE 2 (16 bars — deeper, more mythic)
He’s the architect of silence with a regal mind,
A calm so sharp it can cut through time.
A figure in the void with a poised command,
A monarch of the dark with an iron hand.
He speaks in riddles carved from fate,
A tone that decides what the shadows create.
A presence that lingers like a cold‑set thread,
A myth that the stories forever spread.
He’s the judge of the quiet where the echoes hide,
A sentinel of realms on the other side.
No scream, no shout, just a breath instead,
When the air grows thin — that’s Pinhead.
A calm‑cut omen with a timeless tread,
A whisper in the void where the brave once fled.
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🔥 HOOK (repeat 8 bars)
Pinhead, Pinhead — voice in the void where the lost get led,
Pinhead, Pinhead — calm in the dark like a fate widespread,
Pinhead, Pinhead — whisper in the air that’ll freeze your tread,
Pinhead, Pinhead — presence in the room like a thought half‑dead.
Pinhead, Pinhead — silence in the space where the brave feel dread,
Pinhead, Pinhead — echo in the hall like a truth unsaid,
Pinhead, Pinhead — shadow in the realm where the paths all thread,
Pinhead, Pinhead — name in the dark that the myths embed.
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