The Weight of Rain

[Intro | low cello ostinato alone, heavy tape hiss, deep sub bass, no percussion] [Verse 1 | male bass-baritone, half-spoken, close-mic, dry chest voice, no vibrato | cello ostinato only, tape degradation] I buy this silence on credit, In the hours where the shadows resign. My chest is a boarded-up house, No heat, just a cold by design. They tell you that time is a healer, But they skip how the marrow dissolves. [Chorus | sustained low chest tone, flat, unmoving, controlled volume, no vibrato | sub-bass engages, industrial metal percussion on beat three, dark choir pads] So strip the skin from the ghost, Let the frost take the rest of the wire. Leave me to bleed through the floor, Till the dark is too heavy to tire. Don't kill the spark in the ash, Even when it burns through the bone... I only want to feel... what I own. [Verse 2 | half-spoken, intimate close-mic, flat delivery | minor-second tension note in cello, granular glitch textures stretching vocal tails] Gathering shards of your breath, They cut through the palm, but I hold. Two strangers asleep on a bridge, That the winter abandoned to mold. The water below us is black, Washing clean every debt that we owed. [Chorus | sustained low chest tone, steady, close, unshakeable | thicker brass walls, dense choir, heavy slow industrial beat] So strip the skin from the ghost, Let the frost take the rest of the wire. Leave me to bleed through the floor, Till the dark is too heavy to tire. Don't kill the spark in the ash, Even when it burns through the bone... I only want to feel... what I own. [Bridge | repetitive chant, flat baritone, monotone, no shouting, no volume change | relentless cello ostinato, chaotic brass tension, industrial clangs peak] I am not the glass that breaks. I am not the glass that breaks. I am not the glass that breaks. I am the stone. I am the weight of the rain. I am the weight of the rain. I am the weight of the rain. Coming home. [Outro | smooth half-spoken, calm, intimate close-mic | percussion drops away, brass dissolves into one sustained chord, warm bright D major, lush symphonic strings] Vanish the skin from the ghost. The frost has run out of wire. No blood left to stain on the floor. The dark has lost its desire. [Whisper | barely audible, spent breath | deep sub-bass pedal and vinyl crackle only] I am whole. I am here. [End]