[Slow, sweeping strings. A waltz begins — elegant, romantic, wrong. voice, smooth:]
"The waltz. The dance of lovers. The dance of those who trust each other enough to turn their backs, to spin, to close their eyes and follow the lead. Beautiful, isn't it? Now… let's see what happens when that trust breaks."
[The strings bend. A single, distorted guitar note. The waltz continues.]
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[VERSE 1]
One two three. One two three.
Spin your partner gracefully.
Left foot forward. Right foot back.
Watch the blood run down the crack.
One two three. One two three.
Hold them close. Don't let them see
The blade behind your back. The shine.
The thing that makes the dance divine.
She spins. He dips. She laughs. He grins.
The blade comes out. The blade goes in.
She doesn't scream. She doesn't fall.
She just keeps dancing through it all.
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[HOOK]
WALTZ OF THE SEVERED HEADS! WALTZ OF THE DEAD!
SPIN THEM ROUND! CUT THE THREAD!
ONE TWO THREE! ONE TWO THREE!
NOW THE HEAD IS SEPARATE FROM ME!
WALTZ OF THE SEVERED HEADS! WALTZ OF THE FLOOR!
THE BODY KEEPS DANCING. THE BODY WANTS MORE.
ONE TWO THREE! ONE TWO THREE!
THIS IS THE WALTZ. NOW DANCE FOR ME.
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[VERSE 2]
One two three. One two three.
Now remove the head from me.
That's the waltz. That's the dance.
This is how we take our chance.
He spins her out. She spins back in.
The blood is warm upon her skin.
She holds his face. She holds it close.
She holds the thing she loves the most.
Then twist. Then pull. Then let it fall.
The head that answered every call.
It hits the floor. It rolls away.
The body keeps the waltz in play.
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[BRIDGE]
[Tempo drops. Sparse strings. voice, quiet, almost tender:]
"You ever hold someone's head in your hands? Ever look into their eyes and see the moment the light goes out? That's not murder. That's intimacy. That's the closest you will ever come to knowing someone. The waltz is just the way we get there."
[The strings swell. The beat returns.]
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[VERSE 3]
One two three. One two three.
Now the head is smiling at me.
Eyes are open. Mouth is wide.
The body dances by my side.
One two three. One two three.
This is how it's meant to be.
Love and death. The same embrace.
The same blood upon the face.
She takes my hand. She leads the spin.
The headless body pulls me in.
I close my eyes. I take the chance.
This is the waltz. This is the dance.
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[FINAL HOOK]
WALTZ OF THE SEVERED HEADS! WALTZ OF THE FLOOR!
THE BODY KEEPS DANCING. THE BODY WANTS MORE.
ONE TWO THREE! ONE TWO THREE!
THIS IS THE WALTZ. NOW DANCE FOR ME.
WALTZ OF THE SEVERED HEADS! WALTZ OF THE NIGHT!
THE HEAD ON THE FLOOR SAYS "THAT WAS RIGHT."
ONE TWO THREE! ONE TWO THREE!
WELCOME TO THE WALTZ. WELCOME TO ME.
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[OUTRO]
[The waltz slows. A single, spinning violin note. voice, soft, satisfied:]
"That was the waltz. That was the lesson. Trust is beautiful. Betrayal is beautiful. The moment between them… that's the dance. That's the thing that keeps the ballroom spinning."
AsheTheHyena
