Mortal by Morning B1

Egyptian-inspired industrial funk-rock and big-beat noir, 112 BPM, 4/4, D Phrygian-dominant riff color, Starfall rock persona: smoky female low-mid chest voice, feline husk, controlled gravel, sharp consonants; syncopated half-sung verses, fierce melodic choruses with short rasp-edged belts, one dry laugh, tender exposed bridge, Elastic distorted electric bass leads; baritone guitar and amplified oud trade clipped riffs; heavy breakbeat drums, cracking snare, darbuka rolls, riq and sistrum; brief ney answers, analog synth growl, dub-delay throws, Start on the riff, not ambient narration, Tight four-beat vocal phrases, space after punchlines; widen choruses without changing tempo, Eight-bar guitar/oud duel, one-beat stop before final hook, Dry central lead, self-doubled hooks, tight low end, wide stone-room percussion, Gilded river nightclub, afterlife heist, dangerous intimacy, immortality traded for mortal love; sweat, swagger, sparks, earned vulnerability, ‑male lead, ‑duet, ‑soprano lead, ‑breathy whisper-only vocals, ‑constant screaming, ‑death growls, ‑excessive rolled Rs, ‑comic tavern laughter, ‑Celtic folk lilt, ‑sea shanty, ‑operatic vibrato, ‑excessive melisma, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑four-on-the-floor house, ‑festival supersaws, ‑EDM riser-drop formula, ‑smooth jazz, ‑lounge swing, ‑orchestral bombast, ‑long ambient intro, ‑glossy pitch-correction effects, ‑major-key finale, ‑muddy bass, ‑brickwall limiting

V6-WILD

[Cold Open | riff already moving; clipped speech]
They put your heart beneath the dance floor.
Tonight, we collect.

[Verse 1 | tight bass strut; four stresses per line]
Black glass barge on a river of tar,
Dead kings snort starlight off the bar.
They booked my voice for your farewell night;
I brought a crowbar wrapped in white.
Gold cat mask and a dress cut mean,
One claw tapping on the drum machine.
A thousand years with my name in stone,
Still can't stand going back there alone.
Your last little laugh in a scarab cage,
They loop that shit for the gods backstage.
I smile for the guards with the sun in their teeth,
Then follow your pulse to the floor beneath.

[Pre-Chorus | guitar cuts; percussion climbs]
They watch my hips. They miss the trick.
One hidden claw; the latch goes click.
A kiss blown left. A step slid right.
I'm gonna rob the motherfucking night.

[Chorus | wide guitars; gritty melody, not a chant]
Mortal by morning, wicked tonight,
Kick that door till it spits out light.
Fuck forever and its throne of gold;
I want to kiss you and grow fucking old.
One more heartbeat, one stolen breath,
Strike a match in the mouth of death.
Mortal by morning, a hell of a trade;
We get tomorrow. The gods get paid.

[Post-Chorus | bass answers; same voice, dry double]
Tick-tick, darling. There goes time.
Your heart's contraband. So is mine.

[Verse 2 | sharper rhythm; oud doubles bass]
Down past the kitchen, the perfume, the brass,
Your name burns red in a wall of glass.
No holy riddle, no secret sign;
Just a slot cut to fit this crown of mine.
One life returned for a god unmade.
One turn only. No second trade.
I feel each century bite my palm;
The band upstairs plays smooth and calm.
Those gilded fuckers still want their due;
I rip off forever and ram it through.
It chews up the sun I was born to wear;
Cold needles my neck through the perfumed air.

[Break | one dry laugh; then hard drum return]
All that eternity.
Shitty exchange rate.

[Chorus | stronger chest resonance; same melody]
Mortal by morning, wicked tonight,
Kick that door till it spits out light.
Fuck forever and its throne of gold;
I want to kiss you and grow fucking old.
One more heartbeat, one stolen breath,
Strike a match in the mouth of death.
Mortal by morning, a hell of a trade;
We get tomorrow. The gods get paid.

[Bridge | bass heartbeat and ney; sung plainly, no growl]
Your eyelids flicker. You taste the air.
You reach for the crown that is no longer there.
I say, "Don't waste our breath on that."
You laugh, and the whole damn room comes back.
You pull me close by the collar seam,
That kiss was never part of the scheme.
My mouth forgets every threat I knew;
For half a beat, there's only you.

[Turnaround | bass drops an octave; clipped speech rising to a rasp-edged snap]
The small gold print on the exit reads:
One walks free, but the other one feeds
The engine that keeps this city bright.
You look at me. I look at the light.
I jam that crowbar deep in the wheel;
The engine howls as it swallows steel.
I gave you forever. You asked for more.
Eat the receipt off the fucking floor.

[Instrumental | 8 bars; baritone guitar and oud trade 2-bar phrases; drums stay dirty]

[Verse 3 | urgent, never double-time]
Alarm bells bloom in the painted blue;
The gate starts counting us down to two.
My old gold guards lift their spears in a line;
I bare my teeth, but the fear is mine.
You catch my wrist. You kick out the grate.
We drop through the drains underneath the gate.
A broken step and my ankle folds;
You lift me clear while the flood runs gold.
No worship left in the way you swear;
Just "Hold on tight," and your hand in my hair.
First light bites where the black banks end;
For once, I don't know what happens then.
I'm done being carved. Let the lines show through.
Let the years put their hands on me, too.

[Final Build | cut to vocal and sistrum]
I used to order the sun to rise.
Now I just want to see it in your eyes.
One breath.
Go.

[Final Chorus | fullest band; bright urgency within dark mode]
Mortal by morning, wicked tonight,
We kicked that door till it spat out light.
Fuck forever and its throne of gold;
We're gonna kiss and grow fucking old.
Two hearts hammering, two stolen breaths,
Mud on our clothes and a debt with death.
Mortal by morning, a hell of a trade;
We get tomorrow. The gods got paid.

[Outro | bass alone; intimate, faint smile]
Sun on the dock. Two cups of tea.
Nobody counts what we used to be.
I used to make the heavens shake.
Now hold my cup. My fingers shake.

[End | two dry drum hits; no fade]

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[112 BPM | 4/4 | D Phrygian-dominant riff] [Lead: Starfall rock persona; smoky female chest voice, controlled gravel, precise rhythmic bite] [Verses: low, syncopated, half-sung; choruses: melodic chest lift, brief rasp, no screaming] [Band: distorted funk bass, baritone guitar/oud riffs, big-beat drums, darbuka, riq, sistrum, ney] [Close dry lead; self-doubles only; let punchlines breathe] [Cold Open | riff already moving; clipped speech] They put your heart beneath the dance floor. Tonight, we collect. [Verse 1 | tight bass strut; four stresses per line] Black glass barge on a river of tar, Dead kings snort starlight off the bar. They booked my voice for your farewell night; I brought a crowbar wrapped in white. Gold cat mask and a dress cut mean, One claw tapping on the drum machine. A thousand years with my name in stone, Still can't stand going back there alone. Your last little laugh in a scarab cage, They loop that shit for the gods backstage. I smile for the guards with the sun in their teeth, Then follow your pulse to the floor beneath. [Pre-Chorus | guitar cuts; percussion climbs] They watch my hips. They miss the trick. One hidden claw; the latch goes click. A kiss blown left. A step slid right. I'm gonna rob the motherfucking night. [Chorus | wide guitars; gritty melody, not a chant] Mortal by morning, wicked tonight, Kick that door till it spits out light. Fuck forever and its throne of gold; I want to kiss you and grow fucking old. One more heartbeat, one stolen breath, Strike a match in the mouth of death. Mortal by morning, a hell of a trade; We get tomorrow. The gods get paid. [Post-Chorus | bass answers; same voice, dry double] Tick-tick, darling. There goes time. Your heart's contraband. So is mine. [Verse 2 | sharper rhythm; oud doubles bass] Down past the kitchen, the perfume, the brass, Your name burns red in a wall of glass. No holy riddle, no secret sign; Just a slot cut to fit this crown of mine. One life returned for a god unmade. One turn only. No second trade. I feel each century bite my palm; The band upstairs plays smooth and calm. Those gilded fuckers still want their due; I rip off forever and ram it through. It chews up the sun I was born to wear; Cold needles my neck through the perfumed air. [Break | one dry laugh; then hard drum return] All that eternity. Shitty exchange rate. [Chorus | stronger chest resonance; same melody] Mortal by morning, wicked tonight, Kick that door till it spits out light. Fuck forever and its throne of gold; I want to kiss you and grow fucking old. One more heartbeat, one stolen breath, Strike a match in the mouth of death. Mortal by morning, a hell of a trade; We get tomorrow. The gods get paid. [Bridge | bass heartbeat and ney; sung plainly, no growl] Your eyelids flicker. You taste the air. You reach for the crown that is no longer there. I say, "Don't waste our breath on that." You laugh, and the whole damn room comes back. You pull me close by the collar seam, That kiss was never part of the scheme. My mouth forgets every threat I knew; For half a beat, there's only you. [Turnaround | bass drops an octave; clipped speech rising to a rasp-edged snap] The small gold print on the exit reads: One walks free, but the other one feeds The engine that keeps this city bright. You look at me. I look at the light. I jam that crowbar deep in the wheel; The engine howls as it swallows steel. I gave you forever. You asked for more. Eat the receipt off the fucking floor. [Instrumental | 8 bars; baritone guitar and oud trade 2-bar phrases; drums stay dirty] [Verse 3 | urgent, never double-time] Alarm bells bloom in the painted blue; The gate starts counting us down to two. My old gold guards lift their spears in a line; I bare my teeth, but the fear is mine. You catch my wrist. You kick out the grate. We drop through the drains underneath the gate. A broken step and my ankle folds; You lift me clear while the flood runs gold. No worship left in the way you swear; Just "Hold on tight," and your hand in my hair. First light bites where the black banks end; For once, I don't know what happens then. I'm done being carved. Let the lines show through. Let the years put their hands on me, too. [Final Build | cut to vocal and sistrum] I used to order the sun to rise. Now I just want to see it in your eyes. One breath. Go. [Final Chorus | fullest band; bright urgency within dark mode] Mortal by morning, wicked tonight, We kicked that door till it spat out light. Fuck forever and its throne of gold; We're gonna kiss and grow fucking old. Two hearts hammering, two stolen breaths, Mud on our clothes and a debt with death. Mortal by morning, a hell of a trade; We get tomorrow. The gods got paid. [Outro | bass alone; intimate, faint smile] Sun on the dock. Two cups of tea. Nobody counts what we used to be. I used to make the heavens shake. Now hold my cup. My fingers shake. [End | two dry drum hits; no fade]

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