(Low Jon Lord–style Hammond organ drone… slow swell) Verse 1 Velvet light and gunmetal air, Silver spoons cut like a stare, Men with medals, laughter like scars, Taught him blood and mapped the stars. Silence tight as wire and breath, Whispers edged in quiet death, Move unseen, strike without sound— Hunter’s law: don’t be found. Pre-Chorus Black glass water, empty sky, Something ancient—watching eye… Chorus Still water breathes—don’t come near, There are jaws you’ll never hear, No ripple warns, no shadow sways— It counts your pulse, it learns your ways. You walk like gold, speak like a king, Still just another living thing— And down below, without a sound… The hunter knows when you are found. (Hammond pulse, dark and low) Verse 2 Books of dust and sharpened mind, Truth refined, stripped and lined, Beauty bent to measured will, All things shaped, all things still. Not broken—only made to be Cold, exact efficiency, Trades in tools, in blood and aim, Sells the hunt behind the game. Pre-Chorus Love to him—a crafted art, Measured mind, dissected heart… Chorus Still water breathes—don’t step near, There are jaws that feed on fear, No mercy waits, no warning stays— It learns your rhythm, counts your days. Grace and form in every face, While he maps what you can’t erase— And down below, without a sound… The hunter knows when you are found. (Hammond organ solo → soulful guitar solo) Bridge Love is lines and careful design, Touch as lure, intent as sign, Chase the breath, ensnare the will— Prove you’re real by standing still. Whisper Eyes in stillness… Hunger calm… Something waiting… Without qualm… Final Chorus Still water breathes—you feel it near, Ancient patience drawing clear, No wasted move, no sudden breath— Only quiet, certain death. Poised and human—so it seems, Something older splits the seams— And down below, where dark is crowned… The jaws of silence close around. (Final sustained organ chord… unresolved)
