Pastry Stout (Alt Version)

[Intro: Melancholic Ukulele, Lo-fi Hiss, Distant Humming] (Strumming quietly) The sugar’s heavy, the glass is dark I’m looking for the flame, but I found the spark In a bottle... yeah... [Verse 1: Fast-paced Spoken Word Rap, Syncopated Drum Beat, Nervous Energy] Check the gravity, it’s pulling on my mental state Ten percent, twelve percent, yeah, it’s getting late Blacker than the ink inside the journal on my shelf I’m brewing up a vision just to hide it from myself Cocoa nibs and vanilla beans, a fortress in a can I’m a pastry chef of sorrow with a liquid kind of plan Lactose in the veins, yeah, it’s smooth, it’s thick But the sweetness is a cover-up, a clever little trick Is it dessert or a burden? Is it heavy or light? I’m sipping on the shadows in the middle of the night! [Pre-Chorus: Rising Synth Swell, Ethereal Background Vocals] It’s coating my throat like a memory... It’s darker than the things I don’t want to be... [Chorus: Explosive Stadium Rock, Heavy Bass, Aggressive Energy] PASTRY STOUT! Wash the bitterness away with the silk! PASTRY STOUT! Sugar-coated heart and the chocolate milk! I’m drowning in the maple, I’m sinking in the bean The sweetest nightmare that I’ve ever seen! Yeah, I’m falling down! [Verse 2: Reggae-style Upbeat Strumming, Half-time Drums] Marshmallow clouds floating over the abyss I didn't know a stout could ever taste like this Cinnamon swirl in a circular motion I’m a lonely sailor on a calorie ocean (Shouted) STAY ALIVE! Keep the fermentation going till the morning arrives! [Bridge: Stripped Back, Ticking Clock Sound, Vulnerable Vocals] It’s too sweet... My teeth ache from the thoughts I keep. The darkness isn't scary when it tastes like cake. How many sips does a soul have to take? (Screaming) HOW MANY SIPS?! [Chorus: Maximum Volume, Distorted Synths, High Energy] PASTRY STOUT! Wash the bitterness away with the silk! PASTRY STOUT! Sugar-coated heart and the chocolate milk! I’m drowning in the maple, I’m sinking in the bean The sweetest nightmare that I’ve ever seen! [Outro: Sudden Silence, Soft Piano, Fading Ukulele] Just a hint of roasted malt... It’s nobody’s fault. (Whispered) The kitchen sink is full of empty cans. Peace out.