The Reservoir Beneath

[Intro | dry wind texture | distant thunder | deep analog synth pulse] [Verse 1 | deep contralto, close-mic, cold and intimate] They stand at the bank and christen the same old water Ribbon cut, cameras roll — a monument for the daughter Seventy years of the same rehearsed devotion A concrete jaw where a mother once held motion [Pre-Chorus | tension rising, breath audible] Count the promises, count the years Count the fields that turn to tears [Chorus | raw powerful belt, layered harmonies] We are dying of thirst While they toast at the dam Mother holds more than a glass can Bleed us dry, call it a plan How many times, how many times Will you swear this land [Verse 2 | deep, raspier, more urgent] The blood runs slow beneath the plough and the wire Drained by design, now drained by desire Ten new mirrors for the same old face A ritual repeats where the drought won't erase [Pre-Chorus | variation, more insistent] Count the promises, count the lies Count the throats that go dry [Chorus | full layered vocals, raw and driving] We are dying of thirst While they toast at the dam Mother holds more than a glass can Bleed us dry, call it a plan How many times, how many times Will you swear this land [Bridge | breakdown, whispered mantra, glitch textures rising then falling to near silence] Not a vessel. Not a wall. Blood remembers how to crawl. The ground keeps what the hand let fall The ground keeps what the hand let fall [Chorus | final, fullest layering and rawest belt, harmonic tension unresolved until last word] We are dying of thirst While they toast at the dam Mother holds more than a glass can Bleed us dry, call it a plan How many times, how many times Will you swear this land [Outro | synth pulse fading | distant thunder returns | single water drop | silence] [Fade to End]