Floor Five: The Attic of I

[Intro]
[Verse]
(Breathy near-whisper)
The rain taps the glass
Through the doors I pass
The shadows start to mass
A ghost of the upper class
[Hook]
(Deadpan spoken word)
Aisle number six
Those cold red bricks
The projector clicks
Old film tricks
[Build-up]
(Operatic belting)
The ribbons are screaming
Am I dreaming?
The mirrors are teeming
Pure light is beaming
[Breakdown]
(Warped strings/Glitch)
The horse has glass eyes
Telling little white lies
Under neon skies
The memory dies
[Verse]
(Breathy near-whisper)
Crayons melt on the tile
Stay a little while
Walk the long aisle
In vintage style
[Post-Chorus]
(Deadpan spoken word)
Mannequins dressed in silk
Drinking silver milk
Of the same ilk
Soft as raw silk
[Bridge]
(Operatic belting)
The boy I was
Only just because
The static buzz
A coat of fuzz
[Interlude]
(Prepared piano flourishes)
The linoleum is cold
Stories left untold
The manager is old
And the plastic is gold
[Chorus]
(Mixed vocal personas)
The store is a cage
Turn the yellow page
Burn with holy rage
On a plywood stage
[Verse]
(Breathy near-whisper)
The elevator is thin
Let the madness begin
A needle on skin
The original sin
[Hook]
(Deadpan spoken word)
Watch the film reel
The way you feel
A spinning wheel
Of stainless steel
[Bridge]
(Operatic belting)
The ceiling is falling
The ghosts are calling
It is so appalling
The time is stalling
[Post-Chorus]
(Deadpan spoken word)
The price is too high
Under a fake sky
Do not ask why
The daydreams never die
[Chorus]
(Mixed vocal personas)
The store is a cage
Turn the yellow page
Burn with holy rage
On a plywood stage
[Outro]