Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] On the statue’s crown Grey coat Crooked feet Head jerks like a broken clock Beak taps to a beat only it can keep Glass bead stare Fixed on the traffic The trash The sky Little skull like a padlocked room And I still try the handle every time [Chorus] What’s behind the pigeon’s eyes? Stone or storm or static? Is there a ghost in all that grey? Or just a stubborn habit? Little watcher on the power line Guarding secrets Cheap and divine What’s going on inside that brain? Or am I the empty one Asking? [Verse 2] You strut through crumbs Like a priest through incense smoke Wings flick at invisible threats Every flinch a half-remembered joke Do you dream in crumbs? In sudden cars and teeth and rain? Or is each second just a match Struck Then swallowed by the same [Chorus] [Bridge] Maybe it’s simple Hunger Heat A place to land Maybe you’re blessed By never asking who you are Or why Or when Still I stare you down You tilt your head Then mine Two small animals on a concrete cross Both pretending we can read each other’s minds [Chorus]
Tags
rock, Brooding goth rock with jangly chorus guitar, baritone male vocals, and a slow, stalking rhythm section. Verses stay sparse with tom-heavy drums and prowling bass; chorus swells with distorted power chords, organ drones, and distant choir pads. Reverb-drenched lead line answers the vocal between phrases; bridge strips to bass and voice before a crushing final refrain.
Duration
4:47
Instrumental
No
Created
12/26/2025