Haunting

[track: genre: dark-ambient-industrial-dirge, style: stagnant-atmosphere, mood: heavy-hollow-grief, tempo: 50 bpm] [Intro: 0:00-0:40, Instrument: Cavernous sub-bass rumbles, sound of a stagnant room, no rhythm, Vocal: None] [Verse 1: 0:40-1:20, Instrument: No beat, only a low drone and a distant thud, Vocal: Low, grounded, quiet] [Cm] The room is cold, [Gm] wrapped in the dawn, [G#] The night [A#] melting into the [Cm] calm. [Cm] No doors shut in anger, [Gm] no words shouted out, [G#] Just weary [A#] silence and [Cm] absence of doubt. [Fm] The time had run down, [Gm] the end had drawn near [G#] On the last thing [A#] drawing me [Cm] here. [Verse 2: 1:20-1:55, Instrument: A single, thin saxophone note enters, high and mourning, Vocal: Observational] [Cm] I stare across [Gm] the empty room, [G#] Deathly [A#] quiet as if [Cm] it's a tomb. [Cm] No fault to place, [Gm] nothing to blame, [G#] Just the slow [A#] suffocation of [Cm] what once was a flame. [Chorus: 1:55-2:40, Instrument: Sub-bass pressure becomes oppressive, irregular thuds emphasize the weight, Vocal: Increasing breathiness] [Cm] I still feel the heat [Gm] pressing down on my skin [G#] While frost [A#] creeps inside of [Cm] me again. [Cm] The time slipped past, [Gm] the chance was missed, [G#] Ending as [A#] softly as the [Cm] last time we kissed. [Fm] It wasn't a breakdown, [Gm] it was a slow decay, [G#] Coming as [A#] natural as [Cm] night turns to day. [Verse 3: 2:40-3:15, Instrument: Saxophone weaves long, grieving notes, very sparse and echoing, Vocal: Confessional] [Cm] I keep the pictures [Gm] up on the shelf, [G#] Holding a [A#] vigil for [Cm] only myself. [Cm] Seasons passing, [Gm] years stretching on, [G#] The bridge [A#] between us now [Cm] surely gone. [Fm] The hunger remains [Gm] though the object is lost, [G#] I’m counting the [A#] value and [Cm] keeping the cost. [Chorus: 3:15-4:00, Instrument: Maximum sub-bass saturation, saxophone pushes into the upper register with long, fading notes, Vocal: Intimate but powerful] [Cm] I still feel the heat [Gm] pressing down on my skin [G#] While frost [A#] creeps inside of [Cm] me again. [Cm] The time slipped past, [Gm] the chance was missed, [G#] Ending as [A#] softly as the [Cm] last time we kissed. [Fm] It wasn't a breakdown, [Gm] it was a slow decay, [G#] Coming as [A#] natural as [Cm] night turns to day. [Outro: 4:00-4:50, Instrument: All thuds stop. Only the cavernous sub-bass drone and a single trailing saxophone note remains. Vocal: Whispered] [Cm] Entropy abides. [G#] As I watch the tides. [Gm] I let it go. [Cm] Slowly. Slow.