[Intro — IMMEDIATE aggressive industrial drumbeat, distorted baritone guitar, relentless pulsing bass. No fade-in. A woman’s breath close to the microphone.] [Verse 1 — intimate, low, breathy female vocal. Rhythm never softens.] I knew the water wasn’t clean I saw the bones beneath the stream But you were standing at the edge And I was dying for a drink You never had to tell a lie I saw the warning in your eyes Some people come to save your soul Some come to watch the flowers die [Pre-Chorus — whispered, nearly spoken. Percussion becomes more violent.] I saw the label I knew the cost I took the bottle And drank it all [Chorus — ENTIRELY WHISPERED. Massive distorted guitars, pounding drums, violent bass. Vocal remains quiet, eerily controlled.] I was thirsty for poison And you poured it like wine Said the devil looked like heaven When I needed a sign I knew what was in that bottle Knew the hurt I’d be choosing But there’s a special kind of dying When you’re lonely and you’re losing [Post-Chorus — breathy, hypnotic repetition over the unbroken beat.] Drink it down Drink it down Nothing holy In this town [Verse 2 — whisper grows colder, more accusatory. Mechanical percussion and distorted slide guitar.] You never promised me forever I just heard it when you spoke Made a church out of your shadow Called the ashes holy smoke Every time you came around I’d forget the things you’d done Funny how a starving heart Can mistake a match for sun [Pre-Chorus — rhythmic whispered delivery.] I saw the label I knew the cost I took the bottle And drank it all [Chorus — whispered again, no soaring vocals, instrumentation becomes increasingly aggressive.] I was thirsty for poison And you poured it like wine Said the devil looked like heaven When I needed a sign I knew what was in that bottle Knew the hurt I’d be choosing But there’s a special kind of dying When you’re lonely and you’re losing [Bridge — drums continue without interruption. Guitar drops to a single distorted note. Brandi whispers each line with chilling clarity.] You shouldn’t drink poison Just because you’re thirsty [Two bars of violent percussion.] You shouldn’t call it love Just because it hurts you [Two bars. Bass becomes overwhelming.] And you shouldn’t fear the silence More than what it makes you do [Final Chorus — whispered with absolute conviction. Full instrumentation at maximum intensity.] I ain’t thirsty for poison I ain’t begging for rain I’d rather die in the desert Than go drinking that pain I don’t need another bottle I don’t need another lie Some things only keep you breathing While they kill you from inside [Outro — relentless drums continue, distorted guitar grinding underneath. Brandi whispers directly into the microphone.] Some wells are better left dry. [All instruments cut simultaneously. Dead silence.]
