Another sickness from the Demiurge farm, this project is really insane, Made With Kimi and Lukamode 5.4x inspired ti Jimi.Hendrix We were somewhere around Chinatown when the drugs began to take hold. Ten waitresses. Pink and gold. Louis said: "Look at them. They all got lamps." I said: "What kind?" He said: "The kind that goes out." [Verse 1 | Fast Run | Paranoid] Ten of them swarming like locusts with menus. Five brought oil in their aprons. The other five just stood there smiling. "The food never takes this long." Louis spat on the floor. "The food is not the point. The waiting eats you first." [Break 1 | Drum Entry | Solo Snare | Building] *drum roll — single snare, tension rising* [Verse 2 | Slowing | Cynical] The groom was late. Everything is late except the bill. We sat for hours. The ten of them dozed off. Sleep doesn't care if you're ready. Sleep is a democracy of fools. [Pre-Chorus | Building | Midnight] Then the scream. A gong. Midnight. Door locked. "The groom is here!" Five lamps burned bright. Five flickered and died. "Give us your oil!" They begged like dogs. Like voters. [Chorus | Belted | Full Band | Savage] NO NOT BECAUSE WE'RE CRUEL BUT OIL IS BLOOD AND BLOOD DON'T SPLIT IF I GIVE YOU MY LIGHT WE BOTH GO DARK THE DOOR IS WIDE ENOUGH FOR WHOEVER STILL BURNS THE REST CAN BUY THEIR OWN AT MIDNIGHT GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK [Guitar Solo | Wah-Wah | Feedback | Wide Stereo | 8 bars] *wah-wah crying, feedback singing, guitar speaks* [Verse 3 | Narrative | Dark] They ran out at midnight. Louis laughed. "They think someone sells hope at midnight." I took a photo. Flash blinded me. The five smart ones were inside. The door was wood and nails. No handle outside. [Bridge | Confessional | Sparse | Guitar Only | Close Mic] "Sir! Open up!" They pounded like Judas. "We served you!" The groom spoke through the wood. "I don't know you." Louis wiped his mouth. "Knowing is not enough. You need the oil. Tickets are non-transferable." [Outro | Slow Fade | Exhausted | Feedback] Stay awake. You don't know the day. You don't know the hour. The ten keep moving. Five with full aprons. Five with empty hands. And us? We just sit here. Waiting for the check. The check is always on time.
