[Intro — Broken Antique Music Box Alone, Detuned Notes, Mechanical Clicks, Tape Hiss, No Vocals] [Beat Drops — Massive Distorted 808 Sub-Bass, Heavy Dusty Trip-Hop Breakbeat, Warped Bass, Dark Psychedelic Atmosphere. Music Box Stops Completely.] [Verse 1 — Intimate, Sardonic, Ghostly Vocals. Heavy Continuous Trip-Hop Groove.] To have and to ghost People swear she’s also a - (ohhh?!!) wasting away by broken windows Rocks thrown years pass with each wax drip from her candles nobody came to claim that Stupid lazy fucked up wanna-be bride (Wanna-be bride) [Verse 2 — Deep Hypnotic Bass, Lazy Swinging Breakbeat, Subtle Vocal Distortion. Groove Remains Heavy.] Fifty springs in a moth-eaten gown, Teary eyed as the pretty ones pair off, one by one lost friends at a young age Didn’t stand a chance for trusty bridesmaids She’s a joker, and she knows it Momma said, “Smile, you’ll be someone’s dream,” But her daughter’s bones are destined to sting (Sting) Forever (And ever) the happiest days of her life were when She was smiling free in the winds at seven Then the clock turned eleven woke with a stranger’s shadow piercing skin He said through his drunk breath she’s not getting into heaven Keep quiet, so you’ll get in the gates Till then, stay out the way After that, she Couldn’t touch the food on her plate A puddle’s got depth, She’ll only bring the rains she’s got half a brain In fact, Her smile is filtered skinny sick used for nostalgic teenage remains [Funeral Interlude — Ghostly, Fragile Vocals Over Relentless Trip-Hop. Deep 808 Pressure, No Music Box, No Beat Dropout.] church bells feel like a death march White satin scorned roses dressed in blood no hand to hold worn out welcomes rusted heels of dust [Verse 3 — Dark, Detached Storytelling. Thick Distorted Bass, Dusty Breakbeats, Slow Hypnotic Swing.] the old maid, black mold in the hall, The portrait turned backward, the stain made on every wall The woman who left when the music began, Too old to be wanted, too much to have a plan [Funeral Passage — Ominous Low-End, Spectral Vocal Layers, Same Continuous Groove.] bury me under sweeping Spanish moss on a cold day black taffeta lace, in the middle of January [Execution Sequence — Growing Psychological Dread, Distorted Vocal Shadows, Intensifying 808s and Breakbeats.] They think she was responsible for what happened with her mind she’s a castaway, a hard NO! Her fate’s been decided go, (go) Walk her to the edge now with her feet wrapped with stone (now) Push her down, All the way As she stepped off the ledge she smiled wide Her last words were “I’ll see you soon” (I’ll see you soon) [Beat Fractures — Bass Distorts, Drums Stutter, Rhythm Collapses Toward Silence.] That’s where she fell (she fell) [Sudden Near-Silence — One Breath, No Beat.] [Single Forceful, Dry Vocal — Alone, No Harmony] SHE FELL. [Impact — Massive Distorted 808 and Full Trip-Hop Breakbeat Slam Back In.] [Extended Psychedelic Trip-Hop Instrumental — 16–24 Bars. Relentless Heavy Groove, Bending Sub-Bass, Fractured Breakbeats, Warped Stereo Effects, Distorted Drones, Reversed Whispers, Escalating Sonic Pressure. No Music Box Melody. Hypnotic, Disorienting, Physically Immersive.] [Groove Continues at Full Weight — Detached, Haunted Vocals.] That’s how you rot with grace, talking to portraits, letting the winds throw crumbs to crows, ( i can hear them singin’ ) Loose Lucy is a friend of mine, While I play with curtains drawn tight as a noose on your darkest nights [Outro — Ghostly, Intimate Vocals Over Dark, Continuous Trip-Hop. Bass Slowly Decays. No Music Box Reprise. Unresolved Ending.] Hush now, baby The girls stole her dress that washed up shore Burned it then danced in a circle Her fire was warm (Her fire was warm)
