[INTRO — Beat Hits Immediately | Industrial Drums, Heavy Bass] [CELINE — Sweet, Haunting Vocals] The doors locked at midnight. The lights came alive. Two girls on the production line, And nobody outside. [VERSE 1] Hollow woke beneath a flickering light, With a drum in her lap and no memory of the night. There was dust on her dress, a crack in her head, And a thousand little toys with their eyes open wide. She knew there was something she was meant to know, A name on her tongue that refused to show. Then a hand pulled hers through the conveyor smoke, A girl with white wings and a heart full of hope. [FEATHER] I’ve heard her voice through every wall, I’ve searched every room, I’ve answered every call. They say there’s no one left in this place, But I know my mother. I’d know her voice anywhere. [PRE-CHORUS — Bass Rising, Distant Machinery] The factory hums when the children sleep. The walls have secrets they’re paid to keep. One door remains at the end of the line. And something behind it knows they’re inside. [CHORUS — HUGE DARK ELECTRO DROP] Somebody built this place to keep us, Somebody knows what we came here for. Hollow, keep the rhythm. Feather, break the door. There’s a light in the window, There’s a voice in the wire, There’s a mother calling From the heart of the fire. And if this place wants to keep us forever, It doesn’t know what it’s started tonight. [VERSE 2 — Driving Beat, Cinematic Storytelling] They found the lock in a room painted white, Steel wrapped in chains, no handle in sight. Feather heard “Baby” from somewhere inside, And tore at the metal till her teeth touched the light. She bit through the steel as the alarms screamed red, While Hollow kept drumming, remembering something she couldn’t forget. A lullaby, softly, from somewhere below, A song that her mother had sung long ago. The lock hit the floor. The whole building stopped. No gears. No footsteps. Not even a clock. [BRIDGE — Beat Cuts, CELINE Whispering] “Feather?” “I’m here.” “Is Mummy in there?” The door slowly opened. A bedroom. A photograph. Two little girls. And their mother, smiling, holding them close. Feather stepped forward. But Hollow didn’t move. Because the woman in the photograph Was wearing the same dress As the doll she’d been holding since she woke. [FINAL CHORUS — Explosive Bass, Emotional Vocals] Somebody built this place to keep us, Somebody knows what we came here for. Hollow, keep the rhythm. Feather, don’t close the door. There’s a light in the window, There’s a voice in the wire, There’s a mother calling And the whole room catches fire. She said, “My babies, I’ve waited so long.” Feather ran forward. Hollow knew something was wrong. [OUTRO — Music Box, Heartbeat, Sudden Silence] “Feather…” “What’s wrong, Hollow?” Hollow stared at the woman. Then whispered: “That’s not our mother.” [ONE FINAL MECHANICAL CLICK] “Then, darling…” “…who have you been looking for?” [END]
