(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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