Classical Alternative, medium-to-fast driving pulse with sudden accelerations, piano and acoustic guitar beneath keyboard, synth, electric guitar, bass, harmonica, accordion, drums, percussion, violin, cello, and harp, low-frequency drone layering under tense string breakdowns and dark orchestral swells, haunting female English vocal with intense melancholic delivery, close-mic verses, forceful choruses, and a whispered outro
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Classical alternative, medium-fast pulse with accelerating dramatic tension, long plate reverb across a dark studio space, piano, acoustic guitar, keyboard, synth, electric guitar, bass, harmonica, accordion, drums, percussion, violin, cello, and harp building an eerie strings breakdown and guitar solo, haunting female vocals from restrained verses to intense full-chorus delivery, whispered outro
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Policy version: pending
Prompt:
(Verse 1)The deadbolts are thrown, and the borders are crossedI traded the cage for the wind and the frostThe map says I’m safe, a thousand miles freeBut the monster didn't stay in that house by the seaThe floorboards are breathing, the curtains are thinThe lock on the door cannot keep what’s withinI washed off his ash, but the soot’s in my lungsAnd the shadows are speaking in familiar tongues.(Chorus)Oh, I ran from the graveyard, I cut through the wireI outpaced the phantom, I swallowed the fireBut my mind is a mansion where the doors slam aloneA cold, haunted house built of memory and boneHe doesn’t have hands here, but I’m still being bruisedThe ghost of a survivor is still being usedThe body got out, but the spirit is stayedIn the dark, where the tape is forever replayed.(Verse 2)A tea kettle whistles—it sounds like a screamThe daylight collapses right into a dreamI’m back on the carpet, the smell of old woodA static-filled television dripping with bloodThe clock on the wall starts to spin in reverseA chronological glitch, a psychological curseI’m checking my pulse, but the heartbeat belongsTo the girl in the dark who was singing his songs.(Chorus)Oh, I ran from the graveyard, I cut through the wireI outpaced the phantom, I swallowed the fireBut my mind is a mansion where the doors slam aloneA cold, haunted house built of memory and boneHe doesn’t have hands here, but I’m still being bruisedThe ghost of a survivor is still being usedThe body got out, but the spirit is stayedIn the dark, where the tape is forever replayed.(Bridge)They say it’s a flashback, a trick of the wireA glitch in the brain when the nerve endings fireBut tell me, what science can explain awayThe cold drop in temperature, the fog in the grey?He’s not in the hallway, he’s not on the streetSo why do I look for the shape of his feet?You can burn down the asylum, you can bury the keyBut how do you run when the haunting is me?(Guitar Solo / Eerie Strings Breakdown)(Outro)The locks are all turned.The bridges are burned.But the walls are still bleeding.The phantom’s still feeding.I got away...I got away...So why am I still in the room?(Whispered)Why am I still in the room?