<SONG_DETAILS> [GENRES: strings orchestra, dramatic synthetic, ballad] [SOUNDS LIKE: melodious ballad, story song] [STYLE: ballad, unharmonic, string orchestra, off-center, stop and start] [MOOD: spicy, resentment, faithless, anger, impatient] [VOCALS: British Australian, sharp, clean, focal, male mid-range] [ARRANGEMENT: gothic organ, strings, textures, cello melodies] [INSTRUMENTATION: sad violin, cello, sassy clarinet, sharp ambient pads, warbling vocals, story orchestra, organ] [TEMPO: 130 BPM, 5:4 time] [PRODUCTION: ballad, gothic horror, Masterpiece, Perfectly Recorded] [STRUCTURE: Intro, Intro, Verse, Bridge, Chorus, Verse, Chorus, Bridge, Verse, Bridge, Verse, Outro] [DYNAMICS: 3:4 time, off-center] [EMOTIONS: anger, bitter, resentment, sassy, faithless] </SONG_DETAILS> Instruments: [Intro 1] I... have no hope ... for him ... [Intro] I... have no hope ... For that twin ... [Verse] I have no hope for positive schemes For the chance to change schisms and themes I don't believe he'd rightly officiate. My twin is not someone to trust with fate. [Bridge] No, my twin isn't one to trust fate. [Verse] I believe I know my twin all too well A blasted positive fool, blinded eyes guilding. Someone seeking golden building He fails to realize his meddling is chilling. [Verse] His help for others is far from willing He brings forth careless fulfilling If it were up to my judgement His wings would be plucked and bent! [Chorus] Ohhh, whoa! I can't stand his stupid face, His bloody gold eyes and foolish berate! I try and try to change his stupid mind, But all he does is spout nonsense so blind! ... He's so gobsmacked selfish! [Verse] He chased me down! Trapped me alone! Tested my limits! AND SQUASHED ME SO SMALL! [Chorus] He'll never atone, For his horrible deeds! In his stupid plot, Planting horrid, positive seeds! [Bridge] I'll never forget how he grinned with such glee, When he stuck me with needles as his experimentee! Oh how I loathe his bloody jamboree! [Verse] I despise my twin's blimy positive schemes, I hate the horrible way he intervenes. I take chances to explain his wrongs, He only scoffs and tries to change my song. [Bridge=If it were up to my judgement His wings would be plucked and bent!] So noooow, ... And noooow! ... [Verse] I have no hope for for my twin, I give up on trying to win! If he asks for repentance of his wrongs, I'll just sing him my stupid little song! [Outro] My stupid, Truthful, Sooooong!
