[Intro | cold synth pulse | neon-buzz hum | jukebox static] (whisper) One more... pour... (breathy) Just a little... tick... tock... [Verse 1 | Female Lead | smoky alt-rock | restrained | low-register] Neon sweats... on the ceiling tile. Every smile... queued up... on speed dial. Jukebox coughs... like a dying phone. (intimate) Pull up a chair... don’t leave alone . [Pre-Chorus | beat locks in | industrial glitch-hop pulse | tension rising] Hey... Barkeep’s live... on the low-lit line. Serving-bad-luck-with-a-twist-of-lime ! No handle... no exit sign. Just a little last call... soft fall... black wall. [Chorus | explosive rock impact | distorted guitars | raw defiant belt] NAMES GET SCRATCHED IN THE BATHROOM LIGHT!!! WRONG FACE WATCHING FROM THE MIRROR WHITE!!! He pours old dreams... into a dirty screen! MAKES THE ROOM FEEL... ALMOST... CLEEEEAN!!! [Verse 2 | tighter drums | seductive machine atmosphere | cool restraint] You say you’re done... you say you’re fine. Then the bassline bends... around your spine. One more pour... he murmurs low... And your brain forgets... where to go [Final Chorus | full wall of sound | anthemic | massive energy] HEY... BARKEEP GRINS FROM THE LOW-LIT END!!! NOT YOUR DEVIL... NOT YOUR FRIEND!!! No handle... no exit sign... JUST A LITTLE LAST CALL... SOFT FALL... BLACK WALL!!!
