[Extended Instrumental Intro — 30–40 seconds] [No vocals] [Warm hypnotic Hammond organ with slow Leslie rotation] [Soft fretless bass enters gradually] [Very sparse brushed drums appear only near the end] [No melodic climax] [Verse 1 — low intimate male voice, almost whispered, restrained] You placed them in your open hand. Ripe. Shining. Heavy with sweetness. I watched the beauty of your hand, never seeing what moved so quietly between your fingers. [Verse 2 — same close male vocal, calm and controlled] Every word tasted like a promise. Every gesture offered another cluster. I never asked why they never stilled my hunger. I reached out once again. [Pre-Chorus — very soft Hammond, drums disappear] I never heard their hiss. I only heard your voice. Gentle. Quiet. True. [Chorus — do not increase energy, everything becomes quieter] They were never grapes. They were serpents. Coiled together, perfectly woven, so beautiful, that I called them— [Hammond only] [Long instrumental pause] [Verse 3 — brushed drums return very gently] I still feel their cold. Still they crawl beneath my skin like words I believed. Still they search for hunger inside me. [Bridge — Hammond becomes darker, Leslie slowly accelerates] The poison wasn't the worst. The sweetness was. It hid the taste of venom. The serpents never fed on me. They fed upon my hunger. [Final Chorus — harmony slightly destabilizes, no dramatic climax] I look at an empty hand. No more grapes. No more fruit. Only cold, twisted bodies, that all along were swallowing me from within. [Outro — almost no music] The hunger remains. I only finally see what you offer. [Extended Instrumental Outro — 50–70 seconds] [No vocals] [Warm Hammond organ returns to the opening motif] [Slow Leslie rotation gradually decelerates] [Brushed drums disappear] [Fretless bass fades slowly] [Long restrained Hammond improvisation] [Do not end abruptly] [Let the final Hammond chord breathe and decay naturally]
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