[genre: apothecary-blues] [mood: fever-grease] [dynamics: simmer-to-scald] [instruments: slide-guitar, pump-organ, skin-snare, sub-bass] [Tallow vocal-style: breath-scorched, glottal-fry] [style: slow-burn, caustic] [tempo: 72 bpm] [theme: rendering the herd] [verse 1] [music: slide-guitar drips, skin-snare rim] [Tallow vocals: powder-cracked] I load the crowd with almond-bitter promise skim the boil-foam, bottle what’s left they pay to drink their own melt I keep the wax, they keep the burn [pre-chorus: 3 lines] [music: sub-bass burrow] [Tallow vocals: mercury-quiver] your loftiness renders slow cuts the wick you thought was spine now you light my tent-show [chorus] [music: full vat-throb] [Tallow vocals: tongue-thick] salvage chemist, lye in your lung I tan your blubber to drum-skin tight salvage chemist, when the fire is done your reuse pays my night [verse 2] [music: organ grease-film] [Tallow vocals: breath-scorched] you flew solo—good—no witnesses pigeon-post your last confession home I steam the stamp off, re-use the glue your words now sell my potion [pre-chorus: 3 lines] [music: snare rim rust-click] [Tallow vocals: glottal-fry] lonely vat cools to skin mirror-mercury shows my jaw still counting cash in fat [chorus] [music: slide-guitar howl] [Tallow vocals: powder-cracked] salvage chemist, lye in your lung I tan your blubber to drum-skin tight salvage chemist, when the fire is done your reuse pays my night [bridge: 6 lines] [music: pump-organ alone, distant bubble] [Tallow vocals: mercury-quiver, then fibrillating] I weighed my worth in rendered pounds found the scale tilted by my own hand so I sold the beam, kept the fault now every customer balances the debt I watch them burn their final yawn and jar the ash for resale [final chorus] [music: everything, organ screams] [Tallow vocals: cracked-to-raw] salvage chemist—my lye in your lung your blubber drums my victory hymn salvage chemist—when the fire is gone your reuse rents my skin [outro: 3 lines] [music: sudden drop to single vat-bubble] [Tallow vocals: whisper, then silence] I bottled what you couldn’t keep drank it standing now I reuse too
