[track: genre: industrial-noir, style: dark-trip-hop, mood: sensual-suffocation, tempo: 65 bpm] [Verse 1: 0:00-0:25, Instrument: Sluggish trip-hop drum machine and grinding sub-bass, Vocal: Sultry close-mic deadpan] Not a lock of hair out of place, Not a wrinkle seen on the lace. Leather gloves pulled high and tight, Skin glowing with its own light. Gliding across the floor, They always want more. Caught in a tidal force, Thrown right off of course. [Pre-Chorus: 0:25-0:40, Instrument: Seductive wailing saxophone begins to swell over bass, Vocal: Rising hypnotic intensity] Nothing shown that isn't real, Absolute power to make them feel. Pulled beneath the churning sea, Drowning in her gravity. [Chorus: 0:40-1:00, Instrument: Heavy electronic drop with screaming saxophone, Vocal: Massive inescapable belt] [Cm] Giving it up to the [G#] crushing deep, [A#] Every part of them is [G] hers to keep. [Cm] No will to fight—just [G#] come along, [Fm] Caught in the grip of her [G] siren song. [Verse 2: 1:00-1:25, Instrument: Return to heavy dragging trip-hop beat, Vocal: Sultry close-mic deadpan] The tide pulls strong, this undertow, Whispering softly to let go. Come in close to be remade, Sinking swiftly in her shade. The surface calms to velvet black, No option left for turning back. The lungs collapse, the vision grays, Submitting to her steady gaze. [Pre-Chorus: 1:25-1:40, Instrument: Seductive wailing saxophone returns, Vocal: Rising hypnotic intensity] Nothing shown that isn't real, Absolute power to make them feel. Pulled beneath the churning sea, Drowning in her gravity. [Instrumental Bridge: 1:40-2:10, Instrument: Vocals drop out completely. Heavy, grinding grid lock between massive sub-bass and screaming, chaotic tenor saxophone. The pressure builds to a breaking point.] [Chorus: 2:10-2:40, Instrument: Sudden vocal return, massive electronic drop, Vocal: Massive inescapable belt] [Cm] Giving it up to the [G#] crushing deep, [A#] Every part of them is [G] hers to keep. [Cm] No will to fight—just [G#] come along, [Fm] Caught in the grip of her [G] siren song. [Outro: 2:40, Instrument: Hard cut to silence]
