[Verse 1] The dirt in my throat has the taste of cold clay A long-buried tongue with nothing left to say I scratch at the lime where the fossils collapse While the surface world bleeds through the tectonic cracks [Harmony: Low, gravelly unison drone, mimicking a Gregorian chant an octave below] I've been sleeping for one million years Waiting for this day to come [Harmony: High, piercing minor third with heavy tape-saturation flutter] Been waiting for so many years To suffocate the sun [Chorus] Pull the shades down on the hemisphere Let the frost choke the lawn [Harmony: Three-part eerie, detuned stack, building a wall of dissonant tension] I am sick of your light, I am sick of your cheer I am spitting on your dawn Go on, choke on the black ash, freeze in your tracks The great quiet is coming, and it’s never coming back [Verse 2] Your empires of plastic are melting to slag While you wave your pathetic, decayed little flag I watch through the soil as your joints start to seize A pathetic display of a world on its knees [Harmony: Mid-range counter-melody, sliding upward like a siren] I can hear how you wheeze, I can hear how you pray But the dirt doesn't care what a dying man has to say The crust of the earth is beginning to tear And I’m breathing the rot of your sterile blue air [Chorus] Pull the shades down on the hemisphere Let the frost choke the lawn [Harmony: Three-part eerie, detuned stack, building a wall of dissonant tension] I am sick of your light, I am sick of your cheer I am spitting on your dawn Go on, choke on the black ash, freeze in your tracks The great quiet is coming, and it’s never coming back [Bridge] My fingernails split on the bedrock below There’s a beautiful weight in the oncoming snow [Harmony: High, weeping falsetto, soaring above the raspy lead like a cold wind] No more hope to pretend, no more debt to be paid Just the glorious dark that we finally made Just the glorious dark that we finally made [Instrumental Solo: Guitar] [A weeping, highly textured slide guitar solo, soaked in dark chamber reverb and biting tape saturation. The tone is aggressive yet melancholic, shifting from a low, guttural growl into a screaming, microtonal bend that mimics a desperate, mechanical wail before dissolving into analog feedback.] [Chorus] Pull the shades down on the hemisphere Let the frost choke the lawn [Harmony: Full, desperate three-part harmony, wide stereo-panned and dry] I am sick of your light, I am sick of your cheer I am spitting on your dawn Go on, choke on the black ash, freeze in your tracks The great quiet is coming, and it’s never coming back
