[Intro] (The dark synth heartbeat sample loops alone. It’s heavy, slow, and physical. A single, clean electric guitar note rings out and decays into feedback.) [Verse 1] (Vocals are dry, close-mic, and deeply British—counting the beats) I’m a little bit worried about the gold chariot. I’m worried the ceiling is too thick for me to float through. I’ve spent the night honing my lying technique because I know you’re coming like a thief. And my hands are far from clean. [Pre-Chorus] (The heartbeat gets louder. A low, fuzzy bass enters, matching the pulse.) The ship went down within sight of the shore. Everyone is standing on the beach watching the wood and the nails drift away. I’m just waiting for the water to get cold enough. [Chorus] (The music doesn't "explode"—it just gets heavier and more claustrophobic) I’m scared I’ll get scared. I’m scared I’ll try to nail you back up. We turn out hate in factories. We sleep inside the machine until the light burns through the rust. And then there is only the heartbeat. [Verse 2] (Vocal becomes slightly more melodic but stays low-key) Thomas is at the gate asking to see my palms. But I’ve kept them in my pockets for so long that I’ve forgotten what they look like. Is it a miracle if nobody witnesses the fall? [Bridge] (The music thins out. Just the heartbeat and a haunting, high-pitched synth whistle.) "Did you work out a sign?" "The signal is too slight." (Wood and nails.) (Wood and nails.) (The dark is too heavy.) [Outro] (The heartbeat sample continues, getting slower and slower, like a clock winding down.) That leaves only silence. (Sleep inside the machine.) That leaves only silence. (Nail it back up.) That leaves only silence. (The heartbeat stops. One final, low guitar thrum fades into nothing.)
