Their High Priestess § THE HIGH PRIESTESS

[Intro | distant delayed clean guitars echoing through cold hallway reverb | low electronic hum swelling underneath | fragmented glitch percussion flickering like faulty fluorescent lights | tom-heavy heartbeat rhythm slowly emerging | deep sub bass pulses crawling beneath the atmosphere | ghostly synth drones stretched wide across the mix | emotionally numb institutional atmosphere.] [Verse 1] Everyday she sits in place, Eyes half-open, jaw restrained, Faces change - but all the same, Gods in starch white shirts know her name. [Verse 2] Her jacket’s tight - strapped across her front, She never cries - no matter what they try, she only watches. Even after the times - they stabbed instruments into the sides of her eyes, She remained silent… [Instrumental Solo | ghostly vocal chops stuttering beneath distorted bass pulses | delayed guitars swelling against warped synth drones | drums building slowly with restrained panic | electronic textures flickering like damaged fluorescent lights.] [Pre-Chorus 1] Gods all dressed in white… Gods sooted with toxins and crimes… Gods smelling like a sterile smile… Gods and their repetitive lies… Trapped inside an institution… [Chorus 1] And there she is, The High Priestess, Stuck with a Thorazine shuffle under her skin, Chemical straitjacket - father insisted, There she is - the High Priestess, Drug-induced Parkinsonism, It’s always snowing when you’re over-medicated, Guess it helps hide what everyone did. There she is - the High Priestess, Muted by pernicious pricks, Pushing in their corruption, Hiding sins inside their insalubrious prison… [Instrumental Solo 2 | distorted synth drones and delayed guitars collapse inward | low bass wobble slowly dragging underneath tom-heavy drums | atmosphere becomes emotionally suffocating.] [Verse 3] The days, they are perpetually waning, She watches gods dragging patients away, She hears the same three songs re-looping with the days, Inside these sterile walls - nothing changes. [Instrumental Break | drums pull away completely | distant electronic hum sustaining underneath | atmosphere hollow and sedated.] [Whispered Female Vocal Solo | extremely low fragile whisper buried beneath static and ringing ambience.] (Just the doses and medications…) ~ [Vocals return to male for the duration of the song using the female vocals for layering and texture only.] [Verse 4 | male vocals.] Two gods sit alone with her sometimes… Sentences dripping with pestilential intentions… Passing in-between her chair side. Another pill - another day, Changing meds - every couple weeks, Any thoughts left - just adjust and tweak, And her memories will be washed, Right down the sink... [Pre-Chorus 2] Gods all dressed in fake smiles… Gods soothing with injections bedside… Gods smelling like aconite… Gods and their repetitive septic lies… Trapped inside and institutionalized… [Chorus 2] And there she is, The High Priestess, Stuck with a Thorazine shuffle under her skin, Chemical straitjacket - father insisted, There she is - the High Priestess, Drug-induced Parkinsonism, It’s always snowing when you’re over-medicated, Guess it helps hide what everyone did. There she is - the High Priestess, Muted by pernicious pricks, Pushing in their corruption, Hiding sins inside their insalubrious prison… [Instrumental Build Up Solo 3 | instrumentation slowly collapses downward until only heartbeat BPM remains from the drums | synth drones trembling underneath | atmosphere growing claustrophobic | drops directly into bridge.] [Bridge | first stanza emotionally restrained over slow heartbeat percussion.] Two gods rule her life… One runs a ward - the other, a man of the light, One she used to call her father - The other, her doctor - until the night, They became gods - learning how to manipulate her light… [Instrumental Break | heartbeat BPM begins accelerating | distorted bass pulses slowly returning | static swelling throughout the mix.] [Bridge Escalation | vocals becoming increasingly strained and panicked while heartbeat accelerates.] If only she stayed away from her father’s church that night… She would not have seen that boy - sacrificed… Sacrificed… She would not have been dragged off - Screaming… crying… She would not have become - Their High Priestess… [Final Chorus | shortened reprise | emotionally exhausted | no structural repetition afterward.] There she is… The High Priestess… Drug-induced Parkinsonism… Guess it helps hide what everyone did… [Outro | instrumentation rapidly deteriorates and cuts away completely | heartbeat absent | static hum fading into silence | NO LOOPING | END SONG.]