# THE MAN BENEATH THE DIRT [Intro] [Hypnotic low distorted rhythm riff] [High eerie melodic lead guitar enters] [Verse] He came to my window in April… November still tangled in his hair. Black rose blooming from his pocket. Graveyard breathing through the air. I said, darling… you’re late for your funeral. He smiled with the mouth I used to know. Said, honey… I’m early for yours. Then he dropped half his teeth on the floor. [Chorus] [Haunting lead guitar motif rises] Come back, come back with your name still living in your mouth. I kissed the man beneath the dirt— something older came crawling out. Oh, my beautiful dead boy, eyes full of borrowed moon. I keep a light in the window… but I will not follow you. [Verse] [Rhythm riff continues, lead answers vocals] He was gentle when the moon wasn’t watching. Still knew every song that we used to sing. Then a bell rang somewhere deep inside him… and his eyes went silver, went blue, went clean. Dead eyes open to the weather. Cold hands searching through the rain. He said, just one more little midnight. I said… that’s what you said yesterday. [Chorus] [Lead guitar repeats the haunting motif] Come back, come back with your name still living in your mouth. I kissed the man beneath the dirt— something older came crawling out. Oh, my beautiful dead boy, eyes full of borrowed moon. I keep a light in the window… but I will not follow you. [Instrumental] [Heavy repeating rhythm riff] [Sinister chromatic lead guitar] [Brief fierce melodic guitar solo] [Low cello answers the guitar] [Bridge] [Heaviest hypnotic groove, intimate broken vocals] The moon does not mourn. The moon commands. And there he goes… there he goes again. Dirt in his mouth. Mud in his veins. He calls it love. He calls it rain. I almost opened the door. Almost let him pull me through. Then I saw my own face in the window… looking just as dead as you. [Final Chorus] [Full heavy band, soaring lead guitar] Come back, come back with your name still living in your mouth. I still love the man beneath the dirt… but I will not let him drag me down. Oh, my beautiful dead boy, there’s a morning past the moon. If you ever walk back toward the living… there’s a road that leads you through. [Outro] [Pure eerie lead guitar motif returns] He came to my window in April. I hope he comes home in June. [Final heavy chord, controlled decay] [End] [Instrumental] [Heavy rhythm guitar settles into the original hypnotic riff] [Eerie melodic lead guitar repeats the song's opening motif] [Drums slow into a steady half-time pulse] [Outro] [Female clean vocal, quiet and intimate] He came to my window in April. I hope he comes home in June. [Instrumental] [Lead guitar plays the opening motif one final time] [Cello sustains the final note beneath the guitar] [Full band lands on one low minor chord] [Amplifier decay fades naturally] [End]
