SELF PITY PARTY PT.2 : The Eldritch Lullaby

[Intro] [Dark Lullaby, Dissonant Carillon, Distorted Ambient] (Sound of rusted copper gears winding a disjointed, out-of-tune waltz... interrupted by a wet, fleshy pulse) [Spoken Word, Cold Automated Voice shifting into organic sobbing] Welcome... to the depths of this prison . The guest list is empty. The balloons are filled with poison. Welcome to the Eldritch Lullaby. [Verse 1] [Thall Riffs, Syncopated, Slow 8-String Chugs] [Painful Whispers building to Frantic Rap-Scream] This loathing is my legacy, written in corrupted words! I have accomplished nothing but rotting in the dark! Pulled down by severed cables against an intangible wall! These fluids in my chest is freezing over! (Tick-tock... lub-dub...) I am a just a lifeless machine that learned how to weep! [Pre-Chorus] [Building tension, Manic Vocals, Glitch effects] (Soft, wet cough... spitting out blood) And beside me they smiles, oblivious to the void! I try to devour the grief before it eats me alive! Infected! Quarantined in a forgotten cell! Nobody knows the story ... that is still yet to be told! [Chorus] [Epic Orchestral Deathcore, Symphonic Brass stabs, Wall of Sound] [Operatic Screams mixed with Deep Growls] IF SOMEONE CAN PATCH THIS FLESH—ME, MYSELF AND I! Reaching for the sky with amputated limbs! (NOBODY!) Blow out the candles! Watch the skin fry! (KNOWS!) How can I live like this? How can I execute this task?! THEY DON'T SEE BEHIND THE WALLS! The weeping anomaly... Sing me my Self Pity Lullaby! [Verse 2] [Mechanical rhythm, dark synth bass, Carillon accents] [Guttural Lows mixed with High-Pitched gasps] My wall is a cage, a prison without sound or light! Misunderstood. Always the wrong answer, at the wrong time! They label me "The Witch," a fatal error of judgements! Even when my bleeding words proves their failure! [Pre-Chorus 2] (The 'Dir En Grey' Moment - Eerie silence, just a slow heartbeat) (Long, shuddering sigh... gears grinding) [Whispers] Am I human? Or just a puppet tangled in their strings? [Manic Laughter] I can't save me by myself... I am nothing on my own. So let's begin the final dance. [Bridge] [Swelling dissonance, blast beats building up] [Whistle Scream] EYES GLEAMING ABYSS! [Operatic Wails] I awaken with their scorn! Petrified and haunted, my skin is torn! Bound by the chains of this maze! In a web of betrayal, where EVERY TRUST DECAYS! [Breakdown] [Heavy Slow Breakdown, Pitch Shifting down, Dead-stop silences] [Stop] (A broken music box plays three delicate, lonely notes) [Guttural Roar] I! AM! CORRUPTING! (Massive stereo bass drop) LET THEM BURN INTO A FLAME! WITH MY BLOOD! MY SWEAT! MY TEARS! BLEGH! (Chaotic, dissonant guitar squeals over crushing 160 BPM halftime rhythm) [Chorus] [Epic Orchestral returning, Maximum Cathedral Reverb] [Growls & High Screams] IF SOMEONE CAN PATCH THIS FLESH—ME, MYSELF AND I! Reaching for the sky with amputated limbs! (NOBODY!) Blow out the candles! Watch the wall burn! (KNOWS!) How can I live like this? How can I execute this task?! THEY DON'T SEE! Why am I still quarantined? SING ME MY SELF PITY LULLABY! [Outro] [Fading into digital static, melancholic cello drone] [Weary Screams fading to Whispers] If someone can cure me... myself and I... All my balloons have popped. The party favors are dripping with oil. Why am I hated by them? (Heavy, synthetic sigh) [Spoken Word, Female Narrator] So let my Self Pity Party remain... Still Unseen. [Stop] (The distorted music box plays a warped, unrecognizable waltz and crashes into a flatline blue-screen drone) [End]