Isn't it Statuesque

[Intro] [instrumental hook: plucked harpsichord synth over heavy kick] [bass drop] [Verse 1] [Staccato Delivery, cold and precise] Gold. Frame. Wrong. Name. Silence. In. The. Hall. Watch. The. Curtain. Fall. The tea is cold. The scene is set. A memory. That. We. Forget. [Pre-Chorus] [Smooth Legato shift, rising tension] The masquerade is o-ver. The makeup starts to run. [Stop] [Whispered, intimate] Look at what we’ve done. [Chorus] [Explosive Power, Full Voice Belting] Now we’re stand-ing... Like stat-ues in the rain! Per-fect por-ce-lain. Hide-ing all the pain. Yeah, we’re stand-ing... Fro-zen in the gray. Wash-ing. All. The. Love. A-way. (Ooh-ah-oh) [Verse 2] [Return to Staccato, driving bass] Snap. Shot. Look. What. You. Got. Marble. Eyes. Tell. No. Lies. I’m posed right here, beside the door. I’m not the wo-man, I was be-fore. [Chorus] [Explosive Power, Full Voice Belting] Now we’re stand-ing... Like stat-ues in the rain! Per-fect por-ce-lain. Hide-ing all the pain. Yeah, we’re stand-ing... Fro-zen in the gray. Wash-ing. All. The. Love. A-way. [Bridge] [Minimal Pulse] [Spoken Word, Theatrical, Haughty British Tone] It’s quite beautiful, really. How still we can be. When there is nothing left to say. Nothing left to see. [Sung wail, rising pitch to climax] Just... YOU. And... ME! [Guitar Solo] [Distorted New Wave Guitar with Chorus Effect] [Chorus] [Maximum Energy, Ad-libs layering] (Statues in the rain!) Now we’re stand-ing... (So cold, so cold!) Like stat-ues in the rain. Per-fect por-ce-lain. Hide-ing all the pain. [Outro] [Fade out on harpsichord riff] Wash it all away. (Ooh-ah-oh) Stone. Cold. Stone. Cold. [End] [Fade Out]