Sinking into

(Heavy, distorted guitar riff kicks in - think early Soundgarden meets a touch of Hum)

The second hand, a frantic wave, right through my weary skull

Each tick a judgment, sharp and grave, the room begins to lull

This gravity, it pulls me down, a slow and muddy seep

My concrete shoes on hallowed ground, secrets I long to keep.

(Verse 2 - Vocals become slightly more strained, drums pound a steady beat)

The sweat slick sheets, a battlefield, where pleasure masks the dread

This hurried touch, a love concealed, words better left unsaid

The clock face leers, a mocking grin, those spindly arms they sway

Reminding me of what's within, and how it slips away.

(Chorus - Vocals rise in intensity, guitar chords become more open and ringing)

Sinking, sinking, in this stale perfume

Truth cracks the ceiling of this rented room

A holy ghost, a whispered name, and the chasm in between

God, her, and I, a broken frame, a fractured, fevered scene.

The deviation of three, a constant, aching hum

This desperate beat inside of me, until the kingdom come.

(Verse 3 - Tempo slows slightly, bass line becomes more prominent)

The air hangs thick with what we chased, a phantom limb of bliss

This hollow ache, forever laced, with just a stolen kiss

The truth unfolds, a painful bloom, beneath the neon glare

This fragile heart, consumed by gloom, a silent, whispered prayer.

(Chorus - Vocals become more desperate, guitar feedback swells)

Sinking, sinking, in this stale perfume

Truth cracks the ceiling of this rented room

A holy ghost, a whispered name, and the chasm in between

God, her, and I, a broken frame, a fractured, fevered scene.

The deviation of three, a constant, aching hum

This desperate beat inside of me, until the kingdom come.

(Bridge - Guitar solo - raw, emotional, with bends and sustain, building in intensity and then fading slightly)

(Verse 4 - Vocals return, quieter, almost a lament)

The hands still wave, a slow goodbye, to moments we can't seize

This static space where feelings die, carried on the breeze

Love, a fragile, distant star, I glimpsed it through the haze

But deviation leaves a scar, in these confusing days.

(Chorus - Vocals full of resignation and a hint of defiance, guitar chords heavy and sustained)

Sinking, sinking, in this stale perfume

Truth cracks the ceiling of this rented room

A holy ghost, a whispered name, and the chasm in between

God, her, and I, a broken frame, a fractured, fevered scene.

The deviation of three, a constant, aching hum

This desperate beat inside of me, until the kingdom come.

(Outro - Guitar riff from the beginning returns, fades out slowly with feedback and cymbal crashes)