Planchette Problems

metal, Dark-humored goth synthwave meets nu metal; male vocals with a grumbly, half-spoken snarl in verses and a big haunted melodic hook in the chorus, Cold analog pads and warbling lead synths under palm-muted low guitars; tom-heavy, stomping drums that explode into double-time on chorus downbeats, Occasional whispered backing vocals panned wide and a distorted vocal delay throw on key words to feel like voices answering back, Bridge drops to pulsing synth and vocal before a final full-band slam, nu metal

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[Verse 1] Sat bored on a Tuesday Candles from the discount aisle Dusty board on the coffee table Thought, "How bad could it get?" (heh) Phone face down, lights half off Spelled my name just to kill time Said, "If you're here, say something" Floor creaked twice, then the heat went silent [Chorus] Don't play the board alone They answer calls you never made Every little shove of the planchette Signs your name on a stranger's grave You think it's just cardboard jokes Til something moves when your hands stay still Don't play the board alone They love a soul with time to kill (time to kill) [Verse 2] Asked for a sign, got the mirror breathing Black mold grin on the bathroom wall TV flicked to my baby photos Channel stuck on "you should've called" Fridge door swung like a slow applause Letters scraped out "L E A V E" Said, "If you're real, then prove it" My own voice whispered, "try me" back to me (yeah) [Chorus] Don't play the board alone They answer calls you never made Every little shove of the planchette Signs your name on a stranger's grave You think it's just cardboard jokes Til something moves when your hands stay still Don't play the board alone They love a soul with time to kill [Bridge] [whispered answers left and right] You said "this is fine" They heard "this is home" You said "just one more" They carved it in bone You lock every door They slip through the gaps You say "goodbye" They just laugh, laugh, laugh (hah) [Chorus] Don't play the board alone They answer calls you never made Every little shove of the planchette Signs your name on a stranger's grave You think it's just cardboard jokes Til something writes when your hands stay still Don't play the board alone Or you'll be the house they haunt for real (for real)

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