The Hollow Men - T. S. Eliot

Gothic horror rap, industrial hip hop, dark cinematic rap

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[Intro](The sound of cold wind blowing through dry grass. A distant, heavy church bell tolls once. A slow, distorted bass pulse begins to throb like a dying heartbeat.)

[Verse 1](Raspy, low-pitched rap flow, heavily atmospheric)
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats' feet over broken glassIn our dry cellar

[Pre-Chorus](Beat intensifies, industrial percussion kicks in)Shape without form, shade without colour,Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

[Chorus](Powerful, booming 808 beats. Aggressive and anthemic delivery)
We are the hollow men!
We are the stuffed men!
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men!

[Verse 2](Vocal becomes more melodic but dark. Eerie synth pads in the background)
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swingingAnd voices areIn the wind's singingMore distant and more solemnThan a fading star.

[Bridge 1](The beat drops to a minimal, echoing pulse. Whispered vocals)Let me be no nearerIn death's dream kingdomLet me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behavesNo nearer—Not that final meetingIn the twilight kingdom

[Verse 3](Fast-paced flow, aggressive energy returns)This is the dead landThis is cactus landHere the stone imagesAre raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.Is it like thisIn death's other kingdomWaking aloneAt the hour when we areTrembling with tendernessLips that would kissForm prayers to broken stone.

[Verse 4](Beat becomes more chaotic and glitchy)The eyes are not hereThere are no eyes hereIn this valley of dying starsIn this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting placesWe grope togetherAnd avoid speechGathered on this beach of the tumid river

[Chorus](Maximum volume, heavy distortion on the bass)We are the hollow men!We are the stuffed men!Sightless, unlessThe eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men!

[Part 5 - The Ritual](The beat shifts into a twisted, nursery-rhyme rhythm. Distorted children's choir in the background)
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

[The Shadow - Rapid Fire Section](Vocals become frantic and fast)
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
(Deep voice echo): For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
(Deep voice echo): Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
(Deep voice echo): For Thine is the Kingdom

[Breakdown](Music begins to break apart, digital glitches and static noise)
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

[Grand Finale](Repeated with increasing intensity, then suddenly dropping in volume)
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends

[Outro](The powerful beat stops abruptly. Only a faint, ghostly whisper remains over a cold wind sound)
Not with a bang...
But a whimper.

(A single, soft synth note fades into nothingness)

[End]

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[Intro](The sound of cold wind blowing through dry grass. A distant, heavy church bell tolls once. A slow, distorted bass pulse begins to throb like a dying heartbeat.) [Verse 1](Raspy, low-pitched rap flow, heavily atmospheric) We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats' feet over broken glassIn our dry cellar [Pre-Chorus](Beat intensifies, industrial percussion kicks in)Shape without form, shade without colour,Paralysed force, gesture without motion; [Chorus](Powerful, booming 808 beats. Aggressive and anthemic delivery) We are the hollow men! We are the stuffed men! Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us—if at all—not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men! [Verse 2](Vocal becomes more melodic but dark. Eerie synth pads in the background) Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swingingAnd voices areIn the wind's singingMore distant and more solemnThan a fading star. [Bridge 1](The beat drops to a minimal, echoing pulse. Whispered vocals)Let me be no nearerIn death's dream kingdomLet me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behavesNo nearer—Not that final meetingIn the twilight kingdom [Verse 3](Fast-paced flow, aggressive energy returns)This is the dead landThis is cactus landHere the stone imagesAre raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star.Is it like thisIn death's other kingdomWaking aloneAt the hour when we areTrembling with tendernessLips that would kissForm prayers to broken stone. [Verse 4](Beat becomes more chaotic and glitchy)The eyes are not hereThere are no eyes hereIn this valley of dying starsIn this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms In this last of meeting placesWe grope togetherAnd avoid speechGathered on this beach of the tumid river [Chorus](Maximum volume, heavy distortion on the bass)We are the hollow men!We are the stuffed men!Sightless, unlessThe eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men! [Part 5 - The Ritual](The beat shifts into a twisted, nursery-rhyme rhythm. Distorted children's choir in the background) Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning. [The Shadow - Rapid Fire Section](Vocals become frantic and fast) Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow (Deep voice echo): For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow (Deep voice echo): Life is very long Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow (Deep voice echo): For Thine is the Kingdom [Breakdown](Music begins to break apart, digital glitches and static noise) For Thine is Life is For Thine is the [Grand Finale](Repeated with increasing intensity, then suddenly dropping in volume) This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends [Outro](The powerful beat stops abruptly. Only a faint, ghostly whisper remains over a cold wind sound) Not with a bang... But a whimper. (A single, soft synth note fades into nothingness) [End]

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