. [Intro - Heavy Rain FX, Distant Thunder, Slow Heartbeat Kick, Spoken Monologue] (Spoken - thick UK accent, low-pitched & somber) "Beyond the headlines and the mobster pride... Lay the collateral damage. Ordinary people walking into extraordinary violence. The innocent blood spilled on the Melbourne concrete." [Verse 1 - Slow Minimal Trip-Hop Beat, Heartbeat Bass, Muffled Rhodes] Two-thousand-and-four, March night in the West, Lewis Moran sitting where the drinkers coalesced. The Club Hotel in Brunswick, ordinary evening bar, Hitmen walked in, didn't matter who you are. Herbert Shaft was sitting right beside the main target, An eighty-four-year-old veteran caught up in the market. Shot in the crossfire, never saw the gunman’s face, Just an innocent bystander in the wrong place. Then came Graham Marshall, wrong jacket, wrong location, Executed on the street without an explanation. Pushed into the grave while the bosses traded fire, Collateral damage for a syndicate empire. [Pre-Chorus - Melancholic Accordion Drone & Cold Ambient Synths] (Scratch: "Innocent blood... lost in the dark...") No glamour in the murder, no honor in the street, Just grieving families left in complete defeat! [Chorus - Minimal Dark Trip-Hop Groove, Somber Choir, Distant Thunder FX] THE SHADOWS COVER UP THE INNOCENT BLOOD! Tragedy drowned beneath the Melbourne mud! When the hitmen strike, they don't look at the names, Just collateral bodies in the gangster games! Yeah, NO GLORY IN THE WAR, NO WINNERS IN THE END! (Scratch: "Wrong place... wrong time...") The silent victims that the city can't defend! [Verse 2 - Sparse Percussion, Deep Sub-Bass, Icy Synthesizer Pads] Police sirens wailing through the cold autumn air, Leaving empty seats and a family in despair. The public took a stand, said enough is enough, When the bullets hit the civilians, the city called the bluff. Purana taskforce stepped up, pressure on the street, Until every single hitman was facing their defeat. Behind the silk suits and the heavy golden chains, Only broken lives and funeral processions remain. No statues for the fallen, no songs for the dead, Just a dark stain on the pavement, turning cold and red. [Chorus - Minimal Dark Trip-Hop Groove, Somber Choir, Distant Thunder FX] THE SHADOWS COVER UP THE INNOCENT BLOOD! Tragedy drowned beneath the Melbourne mud! When the hitmen strike, they don't look at the names, Just collateral bodies in the gangster games! Yeah, NO GLORY IN THE WAR, NO WINNERS IN THE END! (Scratch: "Wrong place... wrong time...") The silent victims that the city can't defend! [Bridge - Stripped Back Rain FX, Bare Piano Chords & Deep Ambient Bass] (Spoken - rhythmic, quiet) "Thirty-six lives lost in thirty-six months. Not all of them wore tailored suits. Not all of them carried guns. The true cost of the Melbourne Gangland War." [Chorus - Minimal Dark Trip-Hop Groove, Somber Choir, Distant Thunder FX] THE SHADOWS COVER UP THE INNOCENT BLOOD! Tragedy drowned beneath the Melbourne mud! When the hitmen strike, they don't look at the names, Just collateral bodies in the gangster games! Yeah, NO GLORY IN THE WAR, NO WINNERS IN THE END! (Scratch: "Wrong place... wrong time...") The silent victims that the city can't defend! [Outro - Accordion Fades, Heavy Rain Sound FX, Sudden Tape-Stop Finish] (Spoken - calm, cold, deadpan) "Thirty-six murders. Case dossiers sealed. Remember the innocent." (Subtle vinyl scratch, rain fades out, sudden abrupt tape-stop finish)
