[Intro - music box production, slightly wrong key, voice alone, no instrumentation] Half of what remains, and half of that [Verse 1 - cheerful, slightly wrong, gentle] Name the lie and call it stone Carve it into holy creed Hand it down from throne to throne While the roots have learned to bleed [Refrain 1 - single line, first hint of cosmic metal underneath, low frequency enters] Half of what remains, and half of that [Instrumental 1 - cosmic metal developing beneath music box melody, wrongness growing] [Verse 2 - music box holding, low end now audible beneath] Here and there a hairline crack Where the cornerstone's unjust Plaster white across the black While beneath it turns to dust [Refrain 2 - two lines, cosmic metal more present, music box and cosmic metal in tension] Half of what remains, and half of that Carved in stone and called a fact [Instrumental 2 - longer, cosmic metal asserting itself, music box melody thinning] [Verse 3 - music box fragile against the production now] Cracks have spread across the wall Something rotting down the spine Watch the true believers stall While the rot runs down the line [Refrain 3 - three lines, music box almost swallowed by cosmic metal] Half of what remains, and half of that Carved in stone and called a fact Built so high it touched the sky [Instrumental 3 - music box reduced to single melodic thread, cosmic metal dominant] [Verse 4 - music box melody barely present, cosmic metal underneath everything] Emperors have had their day What they built is in the ground Still their grandchildren must pay On the debt that does compound [Refrain 4 - four lines, cosmic metal has fully consumed the music box, deliver cold and vast] Half of what remains, and half of that Carved in stone and called a fact Built so high it touched the sky Count the half life of a lie [Outro - music box melody reduces to single note, cosmic metal fades to subsonic hum, no resolution, no silence, asymptote approaching zero but never arriving, the count continuing below the threshold of hearing]
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