[Intro — 98 BPM, minor; tribal floor toms, syncopated kick, sharp snare, metallic splashes; chromatic bass drone; treble-heavy guitar with flanger, chorus, analog delay; cold synth swell] [Verse 1 — G3–G4 icy straight-tone; angular phrasing, displaced stresses, clipped consonants followed by elongated vowels; phrases enter late or spill across bars; sudden minor-interval drops, breathy tails] I’m sitting in the COR-ner... of this crimson room Painting on my FACE—while the flowers lose their bloom You’re talking to somebody... her hand upon your ARM I know I ought to leave—but I surrender to your chaaaarm I TURN within the doorway—midnight calling Straighten my shoulders... still I’m FALL-ing [Pre-Chorus — Toms tighten; bass octave jumps; short taunting attacks alternate with swooping sustained notes; theatrical call/response] It’s TRA-gic— it’s maaagic! How you pull my heart... in TWO Synthetic! Cosmetic! Every part— resembles YOU-oo-oo... [Chorus — Urgent release; vocal cadence accelerates, then suddenly stretches key words; commanding chest voice, octave leaps, descending minor curls, piercing upper-register cries] And I’ll WEAR this spider-lace-gown-just-for-YOU Tangled in the WEB of everything-you-never-DO Cruel—and beautiful! Coming at the seams Dancing through a NIGHTMARE—dressed up like a dream Spider lace gown! Black lace spinning round Round-round-round-round— UNTIL... I fall down! [Verse 2 — Claustrophobic; vocal snakes around bass rather than sitting squarely on beat; whispered pickups, sharp consonants, sudden G4–C5 leaps] You CALLED me your religion—then prayed to another I’m sinking underneath what we conceal from each other Black fingernails... mascara running THIN “You all right?”—I smile... and pull you IN You hold me like possession— then loosen your embrace And leave another little LIE... upon my face [Pre-Chorus — Increasingly theatrical; first words snapped, endings stretched with restrained irregular vibrato] TRA-gic— maaagic! Pull my heart in TWO Synthetic! Cosmetic! Every part— resembles YOU-oo-oo! [Chorus — Rolling tom assault; bass countermelody; flanged guitars ring and scrape; rapid rhythmic delivery opening into C5–C6 cries] And I’ll WEAR this spider-lace-gown-just-for-YOU Tangled in the WEB of everything-you-never-DO Cruel—and beautiful! Coming at the seams Dancing through a NIGHTMARE—dressed up like a dream Spider lace gown! Black lace spinning round Round-round-round-round— UNTIL... I fall down! [Bridge — Half-time; ceremonial toms, droning bass, distant guitar harmonics; intimate G3 whisper, long pauses, each phrase becoming more feverish] I’d BLEED... for your attention Disappear... to be your ghost Why do I LOVE— the thing... that destroys me most? [Silence] Why do I beg for tenderness... from hands— that never hold? [Snare detonates; sudden octave leap] YOU DO IT THE MOST! [Guitar Solo — Angular treble lead; dissonant bends, scraped harmonics, ringing strings, flanger, analog-delay spirals and controlled feedback; half-time gradually becomes chaotic] [Final Chorus — Feverish; phrases race ahead of beat then hang dramatically behind it; layered chest voice and piercing upper harmonies] And I’ll WEAR-this-spider-lace-gown-just-for-YOU! Tangled in the WEB-of-everything-you-never-DO! Cruel! Beautiful! Coming at the seams Dancing through a NIGHTMARE—dressed up like a dream SPIDER LACE GOWN! Watch it spinning round Round-round-round-round-round— [Band cuts] Until... [Descending vocal curl] I fall DOWN! [Post-Chorus — Hypnotic toms; overlapping whispered/straight-tone voices] Spider lace— across my skin Spider lace— pull me in Every thread... every vow... Tell me WHY— I want you now. [Outro — Chromatic bass descends; toms thin out; cold synths hover; guitar dissolves into flanged feedback] Spinning around... in this spider lace gown... Round... and round... Until I can’t tell where you end— [Breath] and I begin. You’ll never let me go... No— you’ll never... let me... go.
