[Intro]
[Eerie pendulum clock ticking, fragile repeating piano note, cold empty space]
[Verse 1]
[Vocals: Intimate, whispered, breathy, close to mic]
The pendulum heavy, the pendulum slow,
That heartbeat that echoes in chambers below.
We chiseled the marble, we hollowed the pit,
And lit up the oils where the phantoms would sit.
The needle is sharp, and the water is black,
The tracks in the dust will never lead you back.
[Transition: Heavy sub-bass drop on "back", minimal electronic snap percussion kicks in]
[Pre-Chorus]
[Vocals: Layered with a dark, creepy low-octave double vocal]
We spoke to the ether, we spoke to the mud,
To wash the animal out of the blood.
We threw our own shadows against a high wall,
And wept for the monster... and prayed for its fall.
[Chorus 1]
[Beat drops out completely, leaving only sparse acoustic guitar plucks, melody turns into a twisted nursery rhyme]
London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
(“Take the keys and lock her up.” Is whispered in the background)
My fair lady
Build it up with iron bars
Iron bars, iron bars
Build it up with iron bars
My oh so fair lady
[Post-Chorus: Brief, dark sweeping string swell that instantly cuts out]
[Verse 2]
[Minimal percussion snaps return. Vocals: Cynical, tired tone]
The squat is a temple, the powder a prayer,
A velvet tapestry of vice to choke the panic here.
From the Sirens fire, we swallow the spark,
To alter the colors that crawl in the dark.
No seraph drew that line, no heavens pulled the thread—
We built this cathedral to house our own dead.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Low-octave vocal double gets louder and wider in the mix]
We spoke to the ether, we spoke to the mud,
To wash the animal out of the blood.
We threw our own shadows against a high wall,
And wept for the monster... and prayed for its fall.
[Chorus 2]
[Melody returns. Add a heavy, distorted industrial synth pulse underneath "bend and break"]
London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
My fair lady
Iron bars will bend and break
Bend and break, bend and break
Iron bars will bend and break
My oh so frail lady
[Bridge]
[Music cuts to dead silence, faint atmospheric hiss]
[Spoken/Whispered, raw with no effects]:
“The stars made me hollow,” you weep to the night.
“You made me like this with your demons I fight!”
[Transition: Heavy slow thumping heartbeat kick drum enters, dense ghostly vocal harmonies stack in background]
But the glass on the table is shattered and bare,
And nobody’s listening out in the air.
This brain is a labyrinth made of gray stone,
Where a starved, frantic goddess sits in chains on her throne.
And she looks just like you.
Yeah, she looks just like you.
[Outro]
[Instruments fade, leaving only the fragile intro piano]
Take the keys and lock her up
My fair lady
[Vocal fades to a faint whisper]
Looks just like you
Iron bars will bend and break...
Just like you
[Ending: Audio cuts on a sharp intake of breath, sudden silence]
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