[Verse 1] A dry patch of irritation. Not the prettiest red. Not even a neuro inhibitor can mask the strip of pain. Candy promises— more like a crush. The metallic arm aims to take the whole wing down. [Pre-Chorus] The spread creates a melody in the ear. Sings like it belonged to the body. Doesn’t know the words— but if it could, would sound like this: an over-explanation. [Chorus] Desperation to sound the same. Unison would be splendid. Trapped in bed— lovers in a dangerous frame of mind. Attack— the best plan. Waiting for the counter. [Verse 2] Immunity plants a flag. Voice takes a break, retreats to a squeak. A coat of cool colours emerges. Kept warm. Tea interrupts with comfort. [Bridge] Relief meets dread. A composition at 3 AM. Mind swells— all feeling. A musical missile, directing hits. [Aftershock] Cratered sleep. Blankets soaked in heat. Not slumbered. Contorted luxury. Warped imagery. [Morning] Morning rounds. No corners. No walls. Still echoes. Voice bounces back past vibes. Still there. Carry— [Final Turn] Weight of the world. Weight of the frame. Weight of majesty. Metallic monster. Fragile strength. All the petty bunnies— flop. [Outro] Give it a week. Take mercy. Rest elusive. Persuasive beast. Pour a cup of tea. [HARD END — STOP. NO REPEAT. NO EXTENDED OUTRO.]
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