Sunday gravity falls

Title: Feedback in the Orbit
Tempo: Slow, churning, and heavy
Vibe: Soundgarden meets Alice in Chains
(Intro)
(Clean, chorused guitar riff—eerie and ringing. Suddenly, a wall of fuzzed-out bass and crashing drums kicks in.)
(Verse 1)
The golden king is bleeding light
On the concrete skin of the bay
He’s a burning eye that never blinks
Chasing the ghosts away
But we’re just spinning in the dirt
Tied to a string of gravity’s lies
Watching the copper crown go down
Where the saltwater meets the skies.
(Chorus)
And we’re swinging in the black
Between the fire and the cold
The Sun is a furnace, the Moon is a stone
And the world is just getting old
Yeah, we’re caught in the pull
In the push and the drag
Dancing on the edge of a velvet rag.
(Verse 2)
Then comes the pale, reflected queen
With her craters and her hollow chest
She’s pulling at the marrow in our bones
Putting the tides to the test
The Earth is a drunkard, wobbling slow
Drowning in a shadow play
We’re just the dust on a spinning vinyl
Waiting for the needle to stray.
(Bridge)
(Music slows to a rhythmic, sludge-like crawl. Vocals become a gritty snarl.)
Eclipse the ego.
Block out the glare.
The moon’s got a secret
That she’ll never share.
We’re spinning...
We’re falling...
We’re nowhere.
(Guitar Solo)
(Wah-heavy, chaotic, and screeching—mimicking a solar flare.)
(Chorus)
Yeah, we’re swinging in the black
Between the fire and the cold
The Sun is a furnace, the Moon is a stone
And the world is just getting old
Yeah, we’re caught in the pull
In the push and the drag
Dancing on the edge of a velvet rag.
(Outro)
The sun goes down.
The moon comes up.
Drink the shadow from the cup.
(Feedback swells and then abruptly cuts to silence)

Saettle grunge, with dark violin and piano synthesizer strings memorable bass drum male vocals acoustic