Pre-Determined Line

alternative rock, post-grunge, post-industrial

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V5.5

(Verse 1)
[Slow, soulful intro]
The smoke stacks stand silent now, a monument of rust and shame
The last whistle blew its final tune, a whisper in the pouring rain
We used to build and we used to dream, with hands all hard and strong
But the closing gates echo a different sound, a mournful, weary song.
(Chorus)
[Building with a gospel choir feel, gentle drums at 50 BPM]
Oh, the money's gone, the well ran dry, just dust on a window pane
And a deeper cold is creeping in, the past is here again
Oh, the colors fade, the shadows grow, on streets that used to shine
Watching faces, watching lives, on a pre-determined line.
(Verse 2)
They're drawing circles 'round our names, a number for every soul
Judging hearts by what they see, losing all our self-control
Every eye's a camera now, every step is watched and weighed
A silent threat, a whispered fear, a promise that's been made.
(Chorus)
[Continuing to build, more prominent bass line]
Oh, the money's gone, the well ran dry, just dust on a window pane
And a deeper cold is creeping in, the past is here again
Oh, the colors fade, the shadows grow, on streets that used to shine
Watching faces, watching lives, on a pre-determined line.
(Bridge)
[Slowing down, a single, powerful vocal]
You gotta look over your shoulder, son, you never know who's there
'Cause suspicion is the new black suit, a cloak of deep despair
They'll mark you down for what you are, for the color of your skin
And one day you might just disappear, like you were never even in.
(Guitar Solo)
[A slow, melodic, and bluesy guitar solo with a lot of feeling, still at 50 BPM]
(Chorus)
[Final, powerful chorus with full emotion, the choir and rhythm section are all in]
Oh, the money's gone, the well ran dry, just dust on a window pane
And a deeper cold is creeping in, the past is here again
Oh, the colors fade, the shadows grow, on streets that used to shine
Watching faces, watching lives, on a pre-determined line.
(Outro)
[Fading out slowly with the piano and a single, repeating vocal line]
On a pre-determined line...
[The last piano notes hang in the air]
...on a line...
[Silence]

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(Verse 1) [Slow, soulful intro] The smoke stacks stand silent now, a monument of rust and shame The last whistle blew its final tune, a whisper in the pouring rain We used to build and we used to dream, with hands all hard and strong But the closing gates echo a different sound, a mournful, weary song. (Chorus) [Building with a gospel choir feel, gentle drums at 50 BPM] Oh, the money's gone, the well ran dry, just dust on a window pane And a deeper cold is creeping in, the past is here again Oh, the colors fade, the shadows grow, on streets that used to shine Watching faces, watching lives, on a pre-determined line. (Verse 2) They're drawing circles 'round our names, a number for every soul Judging hearts by what they see, losing all our self-control Every eye's a camera now, every step is watched and weighed A silent threat, a whispered fear, a promise that's been made. (Chorus) [Continuing to build, more prominent bass line] Oh, the money's gone, the well ran dry, just dust on a window pane And a deeper cold is creeping in, the past is here again Oh, the colors fade, the shadows grow, on streets that used to shine Watching faces, watching lives, on a pre-determined line. (Bridge) [Slowing down, a single, powerful vocal] You gotta look over your shoulder, son, you never know who's there 'Cause suspicion is the new black suit, a cloak of deep despair They'll mark you down for what you are, for the color of your skin And one day you might just disappear, like you were never even in. (Guitar Solo) [A slow, melodic, and bluesy guitar solo with a lot of feeling, still at 50 BPM] (Chorus) [Final, powerful chorus with full emotion, the choir and rhythm section are all in] Oh, the money's gone, the well ran dry, just dust on a window pane And a deeper cold is creeping in, the past is here again Oh, the colors fade, the shadows grow, on streets that used to shine Watching faces, watching lives, on a pre-determined line. (Outro) [Fading out slowly with the piano and a single, repeating vocal line] On a pre-determined line... [The last piano notes hang in the air] ...on a line... [Silence]

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