[Intro]
[Verse 1]
A glass in hand, he stumbles through the door,
Eyes ablaze with tales from ancient lore.
"Who here believes in shadows without shape?
I’ve seen the void—it wears a human cape!"
The regulars scoff, but he slams the wood,
"Your logic’s dust—I’ve walked where no one should!
The air’s alive with whispers you can’t name—
They chew on time and spit out hollow flame!"
[Chorus]
Ohhh… (deep choir hums)
The walls vibrate with truths he can’t contain,
A symphony of dread in each refrain.
Ohhh… (flute trills, recorders wail)
The barkeep sighs, "Not this again tonight—
He’ll d***n the world before he’s proved right."
[Verse 2]
He points to cracks where ceiling meets the air,
"Those aren’t just flaws—they’re teeth! Do none of you care?
The thing that watches, faceless and unbound,
It drinks your fear like whiskey, round for round!"
A skeptic laughs, "Old man, you’ve lost your grip!"
He growls, "You’ll c***e when silence starts to drip—
A million eyes in dust motes, closing in…
The pub’s a throat, and we’re the meal within!"
[Bridge]
(Recorders shriek, choir drones low)
The floorboards creak in languages unknown,
His ravings twist to hymns the dark has sown.
"Can’t you hear them? The choir without a breath?
They’ll sing us blind and dance us into death!"
[Chorus]
Ohhh… (choir surges, flutes spiral)
The patrons freeze, their jests now tinged with doubt,
As unseen strings pull all the laughter out.
Ohhh… (recorders shrill, fading)
He drains his drink and whispers to the gloom,
"One day you’ll see… and tremble in the tomb."
[Outro]