Create lyrics for a 138 BPM D Phrygian mode English Phonk x Witch House track, with warped, tape-degraded male vocals layered 2 octaves down under cathedral reverb. Core instrumentation: distorted portamento 808 sub-bass, bitcrushed woodblock patterns (replacing cowbells), reversed stretched 70s giallo film harpsichord samples, skittering randomized-velocity trap hi-hats, rusted chain clanks and abandoned warehouse gate slams as percussion, buried detuned harmonium drones holding dissonant chords, occasional guttural spoken-word fragments chopped into rhythmic textures. Lyrics follow a first-person narrative of a lone drifter leaving cryptic chalk symbols on rain-soaked highway overpasses at 2 a.m., haunted by half-memories of a half-forgotten occult ritual he stumbled on months prior. Tone is detached, menacing, laced with deadpan fatalism, matching the codeine-drenched, suffocating ritualistic atmosphere made for late-night drives through desolate industrial outskirts. Lean into gritty, hazy imagery of cracked asphalt, glinting broken glass, and distant siren wails bleeding into the rain. Avoid explicit violence, lean into quiet, unresolved unease. Match the laconic, deadpan flow of Bones and Xavier Wulf, with short, punchy line breaks that lock into the 808 pulse.
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[Intro] [Hook] Cold rain on the concrete White chalk at my cold feet Two A.M. on the highway street Old ghosts that I have to meet [Verse] Tires hum on the dark grade Wet dust where the lights fade Underneath the bypass Step on the broken glass I draw the lines in the dark Leaving a crooked mark They don't know what it means Torn up at the seams [Pre-Chorus] Distant sirens start to wail Follow the rusty trail The harmonium hums low Watch the shadow grow [Chorus] Static noise in the cold air Smoke rising up from there I still see the circle burn Wait for the wheel to turn Nothing left but the grey sky Watch the years drift by [Verse] Wet boots on the cracked road Heavy mind with a dark load Chalk dust on my cold hand Walking through the dead land I remember the old sound Deep down in the damp ground Voices calling out my name Nothing ever stays the same [Chorus] Static noise in the cold air Smoke rising up from there I still see the circle burn Wait for the wheel to turn Nothing left but the grey sky Watch the years drift by [Bridge] Chain clanks on the gate Accepting of my fate It is far too late Locked behind the grate [Chorus] Static noise in the cold air Smoke rising up from there I still see the circle burn Wait for the wheel to turn Nothing left but the grey sky Watch the years drift by [Outro]
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