[INTRO — CHILD’S MUSIC BOX, PLAYED BACKWARD] [Whispered from beneath the floor] A head for a crown… A mouth for the pit… Choose what you carry— Choose what will fit… [VERSE 1] Headless, he danced through the cemetery, heels kicking sparks from the buried machinery. Laughing through a throat that ended in rain— no eyes for the terror, no skull for the pain. The corpses applauded with knuckles and stones, playing rib-cage rhythms on cathedral bones. Every grave held a face he could wear— the kind that looked holy, the kind that looked scared. [PRE-CHORUS — ACCELERATING] One spoke mercy. One spoke sin. One said, “Lose.” One said, “Win.” One wore the face the living expected— Then something beneath them laughed— [ALL SOUND CUTS] “Wrong head.” [CHORUS — VIOLENT REJOICING] OH—HE FOUND HIS HEAD WITHIN THE DEAD! Pulled it free by the tongue of a prayer unsaid! Placed it where it fit— heard the vertebrae CLICK— And the whole black world began singing with it! HALLELUJAH TO THE HORROR INSTEAD! To the truth we buried and the masks we fed! He opened his mouth— and the darkness rejoiced— For the unseen awaken when the hidden one CHOOSES A VOICE! [POST-CHORUS — HEADLESS CHOIR] Choose… Choose… Which face belongs to you? Lose… Lose… What they fastened onto you. [VERSE 2] The head blinked twice with a dead man’s sight, seeing doors carved inside every wrong and right. Behind every halo—a beautiful knife. Behind every monster—a terrified life. He sang one note— [HORROR SAX MIRRORS VOCAL] —and the shadows stood tall. Names scratched themselves from the asylum wall. The unseen came crawling from portraits and seams, wearing the bodies abandoned by dreams. They did not attack. They did not consume. They gathered like children awaiting the tune. [PRE-CHORUS — DUET WITH DETUNED DOUBLE] “You were never voiceless…” “You were choosing the cage…” “You were never headless…” “You were handed a face…” [CHORUS — BIGGER, HALF-TIME] OH—HE FOUND HIS HEAD WITHIN THE DEAD! Where forgotten decisions lie starving, unfed! Placed it where it fit— felt reality split— Now the graves have a rhythm and the void has a hymn! HALLELUJAH TO THE HORROR WE BRED! Every choice left buried keeps dreaming ahead! He opened his mouth— and existence made noise— For the unseen awaken when the hidden ones CHOOSE! [BRIDGE — THE MELODY OF THE UNSEEN] [One clean male voice; unsettlingly beautiful] La… la-la… Come out of the walls. La… la-la… Come answer the call. You can wear what they gave you. You can sever the thread. Every life has a doorway— [Whisper choir] Every doorway… has dead… [Voice fractures into hundreds] We are the thoughts you were frightened to name. We are the choices you buried in shame. We are not demons. We’re the lives you refused. The unseen are not lost— [SUB-BASS IMPACT] WE ARE EVERYTHING YOU DIDN’T CHOOSE. [BREAKDOWN — BONE PERCUSSION / STUTTERING ARP] Pick—pick—pick a face. Fit—fit—fit in place. Click—click—vertebrae. Sing the hidden world awake! Pick—pick—who decides? Fit—fit—choose your side. Live—die—multiply— ONE CHOICE BURIED MAKES A THOUSAND LIVES! [FINAL CHORUS — ECSTATIC HORROR] OH—HE WEARS HIS HEAD ABOVE THE DEAD! Not the cleanest face— but the one that bled! With a grin too wide and the grave inside— He sings every unlived possibility alive! HALLELUJAH—LET THE UNSEEN SPREAD! Let them dance through the doors in the back of your head! Every mouth becomes music! Every shadow—a choice! And the world hidden under this world— [EVERYTHING STOPS] …finally has a voice. [OUTRO — MUSIC BOX MELTING OUT OF TUNE] A head for a crown… A mouth for the pit… You were never looking for where you belonged. You were choosing… [Wet vertebral click] …where you fit.
