Write dark pop/goth pop lyrics for a breathy, menacing female vocal, in the vein of Billie Eilish, Grimes, and Shirley Manson. Music parameters: 105 BPM, A minor, core instrumentation of rumbling sub-bass, clattering industrial percussion, icy horror synth pads, fuzz-distorted bass guitar, droning cathedral harmonium, layered ethereal vocal harmonies. Theme: A young woman who tends to a forgotten 1920s cemetery at night, secretly feeding the restless, kind-hearted ghost of a murdered circus knife-thrower who leaves her carved obsidian trinkets on weathered headstones. Emotion: equal parts icy detachment, tender quiet longing, and sharp, protective defiance toward anyone who would disturb their hidden bond. Imagery includes cracked porcelain headstone angels, fog curling around rusted iron gates, glinting obsidian shards, and the distant whine of a broken circus calliope carried on the wind.
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[Intro] [Verse] Rust on the iron gate Fog makes the angels wait Cracked porcelain eyes Underneath the heavy skies I walk the row of stones Between the tired bones [Pre-Chorus] The calliope moans far away Where the shadows come to play I bring the milk and bread To the boy who isn't dead [Chorus] Throw the blade, hit the mark Glinting obsidian in the dark You leave a gift for me By the twisted willow tree Sharp edges, silver line Keep your secrets, you are mine [Post-Chorus] Shattered glass, cold skin Let the midnight ritual begin [Verse] Your velvet coat is torn Before the day is born You were the star of the show A hundred years ago Betrayed by a jealous hand Buried in this quiet land [Pre-Chorus] The sub-bass hums in my chest Put the noisy world to rest I feed the hunger in your soul While the church bells start to toll [Chorus] Throw the blade, hit the mark Glinting obsidian in the dark You leave a gift for me By the twisted willow tree Sharp edges, silver line Keep your secrets, you are mine [Bridge] If they come with shovels and light I will hunt them through the night Don't touch the sacred ground Where my silent friend is found I’ll bury their prying eyes Where the black obsidian lies [Verse] I find the carved stone heart A piece of your phantom art It’s cold against my palm A terrifying, hollow calm You’re watching from the mist With a blade inside your fist [Chorus] Throw the blade, hit the mark Glinting obsidian in the dark You leave a gift for me By the twisted willow tree Sharp edges, silver line Keep your secrets, you are mine [Post-Chorus] Shattered glass, cold skin Let the midnight ritual begin Shattered glass, cold skin Let the midnight ritual begin [Outro]
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