[Intro] Sunday, we meet. Wednesday, we sleep. Tick... tock... three days. Tick... tock... six graves. [Verse 1] Sunday moon, a stolen kiss Monday noon, ignorance is bliss Monday afternoon, the blades come out Tuesday night, the sleeping doubt. Seventy-two hours... seventy-two hours... Is that what love is all about? [Pre-Chorus] It’s not a romance, it’s a fever dream! A thirteen-year-old girl caught in a scheme Friar John got locked in the quarantine Shh... the plague is in the walls. The messenger falls! [Chorus] Oh, star-crossed? No, we’re just rushing! Blood on the stones, everybody is crushing Six bodies down for a weekend affair! Take the vial, take the knife, if you dare! (Ethereal layered harmonies: Ah-ah-ah) We are immortalized... but we barely survived! [Post-Chorus] (Vocal chops mixed with delicate glitch textures) (Chops: S-s-six graves, w-w-weekend, t-t-thirteen) Yeah, just a weekend affair. [Verse 2] Mercutio bleeds, Tybalt is gone Paris in the dark, dead before dawn Lady Montague dies from the grief All for a romance, tragically brief. Thirteen candles... barely thirteen... A golden statue for the unseen. [Pre-Chorus] It’s not a romance, it’s a fever dream! A poison, a dagger, a teenage regime One letter lost to the quarantine (Whispered closely) Shh... the plague is in the walls. Watch how it falls! [Chorus] Oh, star-crossed? No, we’re just rushing! Blood on the stones, everybody is crushing Six bodies down for a weekend affair! Take the vial, take the knife, if you dare! (Ethereal layered harmonies: Ah-ah-ah) We are immortalized... but we barely survived! [Bridge] Did we even know each other's favorite color? Did we even know each other's favorite song? (Soaring falsetto ad-libs fading in: Oooooh...) A kiss of death... a sleeping draught. Four days of fire... and then we're gone. (And then we're gone...) [Guitar & Synth Solo] [Aggressive slap bass returns, intertwined with explosive synth lead and vocal chops] [Chorus / Finale] Oh, star-crossed? No, we’re just rushing! Blood on the stones, everybody is crushing! Six bodies down for a weekend affair! Take the vial, take the knife, if you dare! [Outro] Sunday... Monday... Tuesday... gone. Sunday... Monday... Tuesday... gone. Six graves. One dawn. Just a weekend affair.
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