[Intro: The sound of heavy, rhythmic water rushing. Steam hissing. The slow, metallic sliding of shower curtain rings: shhh-tink, shhh-tink. A low, vibrating cello note creates a sense of dread] [Vocal style: Soft, intimate female voice, echoing] Twelve cabins... twelve vacancies. Wash away the sin... Wash away the money... The water is warm. The door is locked. [Vocal style: Deep, distorted "Mother" whisper] ...Or is it? [Verse 1: Music is tense and minimal. Just the water and a pulsing sub-bass. Distant, eerie violins begin to pluck in the background] Marion is tired, the road was long and grey, Forty thousand dollars to make the ghosts go away. A sandwich in the parlor, taxidermy on the wall, Birds of prey are watching, waiting for the fall. Step into the basin, let the white light shine, Cleanse the stolen secrets, leave the guilt behind. The steam is rising higher, a curtain made of lace, But a shadow’s moving slowly... with a hidden, hollow face. [Pre-Chorus: The water sound gets louder, more distorted. The violin plucking becomes a frantic, rising glissando. Tension is at a breaking point] [Vocal style: Shouting, paranoid] The curtain! The curtain! Someone’s in the room! A silhouette of madness... A silhouette of doom! [Chorus: THE SHOWER ATTACK - Sudden jump to 150 BPM! The legendary high-pitched violin "screeches" kick in: EEEK! EEEK! EEEK! Combined with heavy industrial drum hits] [Vocal style: Chaotic, rhythmic screaming] STAB! (Waiiaaiaiaiaiaiaaa!) SLASH THE WATER! TEAR THE SKIN! MOTHER’S CLEANING OUT THE SIN! SHREIKING STRINGS! THE COLD STEEL BITE! A BLOODY DRAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT! [Demon Growl] BLOOD... FLOWS... DOWN! [Verse 2: Music drops to a slow, dragging 60 BPM. The sound of water fading out. A wet, slopping sound of a body hitting the floor. Dissonant, low-frequency drones] [Vocal style: Cold, clinical male baritone] The eye is wide and frozen, reflecting on the tile, The red is swirling slowly, mile after mile. Down into the darkness, down into the hole, Norman’s in the kitchen... but Mother has his soul. Mop up the puddles, wrap the plastic tight, A car into the swamp... out of mind and sight. We all go a little mad sometimes... don't we? [Bridge: Sudden silence. Only the sound of the shower head dripping... drip... drip... drip. Then a high-pitched, thin violin note that feels like a needle] [Vocal style: High-pitched, shaky "Mother" voice] "Norman! What have you done?!" "I'm sorry, Mother..." "I'll be as quiet as a mouse." "I wouldn't even hurt a fly." [Final Chorus: Maximum sonic assault! High-pitched strings and industrial noise. Psychedelic "spinning" effects on the audio] STAB! (Waiiaaiaiaiaiaiaaa!) THE MOTHER COMPLEX! THE KNIFE’S RELEASE! IN THE BATES MOTEL, THERE IS NO PEACE! [Operatic Soprano screams in agony behind the violins] TWELVE VACANCIES! ONE SOUL DEAD! THE OVERLOOK’S COUSIN... PAINTED RED! [Outro: The sound of the swamp bubbling. A faint, 1950s detective-style jazz trumpet plays a mournful, distorted melody. The sound of a fly buzzing... louder... and louder] [Vocal style: Faint, echoing whisper] She wouldn't even... Hurt... A fly. [Final sound: The buzzing stops with a sharp 'click' - Absolute Silence]
