[Intro] (A wet, popping beat starts—sounds like water dripping into a bucket in a fast, 175 BPM rhythm. A deep, sub-bass pulse mimics a racing heart. No melody, just the "crunch" of the rhythm.) [Verse 1] (Vocals are rhythmic and whispered, perfectly in time with the "pops" of the beat) Tick. (Tick.) Watch the silver. (Silver.) Watch the floor. (Floor.) Rearrange the pillows... hide the dent once more. I’m a man of means... Operating the... Ghost in the... (Sudden wet synth swell) Machine. [Pre-Chorus] (The beat gets busier—adding the sound of marbles dropping and "sticky" clicks) Sticky fingers... velvet rim. Light is getting... very dim. Can you hear the... walls sigh? Look me in the... cold eye. (Sound: A squelching, liquid "pop") [Chorus] (The beat stays the primary focus—vocals are layered and hypnotic) The pulse. (The pulse.) The pattern. (The pattern.) The quiet way we let the bridge burn down. Sinking fast. Never drown. Motionless behind the garden gate... It’s a miracle we made it. It’s a tragedy we’re here. [Verse 2] (Vocal becomes slightly more "Killer Goth" noble, but stays tight to the beat) Wine and rust. Specific trust. Curtains drawn... Wait for the dawn. I’m noble enough to... I’m noble enough to... (Beat breaks into a frantic, woody percussion solo) [Bridge] (Total Beat Chaos: Sounds of glass, pineapples, and metallic clicks) Pineapple skin. Cold sweat on the chin. Formal statement... Beautiful way to d-ye. (Spoken in a dry, clinical tone): "Evidence suggests... a lapse in judgment." [Outro] (The liquid beat continues but gets faster and faster while the vocals fade into a whisper) It’s a tragedy... It's a record... Tragedy... Tragedy... (Abrupt stop: The sound of a single, wet drop hitting a hard floor.) [End]
