<SONG_DETAILS> [GENRES: strings orchestra, dramatic synthetic, ballad] [SOUNDS LIKE: melodious ballad, story song] [STYLE: ballad, unharmonic, string orchestra, off-center, stop and start] [MOOD: spicy, resentment, faithless, anger, impatient] [VOCALS: British Australian, sharp, clean, focal, male mid-range] [ARRANGEMENT: gothic organ, strings, textures, cello melodies] [INSTRUMENTATION: sad violin, cello, sassy clarinet, sharp ambient pads, warbling vocals, story orchestra, organ] [TEMPO: 130 BPM, 5:4 time] [PRODUCTION: ballad, gothic horror, Masterpiece, Perfectly Recorded] [STRUCTURE: Intro, Intro, Verse, Bridge, Chorus, Verse, Chorus, Bridge, Verse, Bridge, Verse, Outro] [DYNAMICS: 3:4 time, off-center] [EMOTIONS: anger, bitter, resentment, sassy, faithless] </SONG_DETAILS> Instruments: [Intro 1] I... have no hope ... for him ... [Intro 2] I... have no hope ... For that twin ... [Verse] I have no hope for positive schemes For the chance to change schisms and themes I don't believe he'd rightly officiate. My twin is not someone to trust with fate. [Bridge] No, my twin isn't one to trust fate. [Verse] I believe I know my twin all too well A blasted positive fool, blinded eyes guilding. Someone seeking golden building He fails to realize his meddling is chilling. [Verse] His help for others is far from willing He brings forth careless fulfilling If it were up to my judgement His wings would be plucked and bent! [Chorus] Ohhh, whoa! I can't stand his stupid face, His bloody gold eyes and smirk elate! His positivity is fools gold in weight I'm so sick of his foolish berate! ... I try and try to change his stupid mind, But all he does is spout nonsense so blind! ... He's so gobsmacked selfish! [Verse] He chased me down! Caged me alone! Tested my limits! AND SQUASHED ME SO SMALL! [Chorus] He'll never atone, For his horrible deeds! In his stupid plot, Planting horrid, positive seeds! [Bridge=If it were up to my judgement, His wings would be plucked and bent!] Cause his deed are forever haunting, ... Deep within my mind so daunting! ... [Verse] I'll never forget how he grinned with such glee, When he stuck me with needles as his experimentee! Oh how I loathe his bloody jamboree! [Verse] I despise my twin's blimy positive schemes, I hate the horrible way he intervenes. I take chances to explain his wrongs, He only scoffs and tries to change my song. [Bridge=If it were up to my judgement His wings would be plucked and bent!] So noooow, ... And noooow! ... [Verse] I have no more hope for my twin, I give up on trying to win! If he asks for repentance of his wrongs, I'll just sing him my stupid little song! ... Is that so wrong?! To reject his attempt to belong, After so much suffering alone, And bloody painful broken bones! ... No, I don't believe I'm wrong! So listen to my bloody soooong! [Outro] My stupid, Truth-bearing, Sooooong!
