Siphon Drain
eerie dark ambient, rhythmic synths, female vocals, deep, chill, electronic, melancholic, [Dark Ambient], [Industrial Trip-Hop], [Glitchy], [Binaural], [Psychological Horror], [Slow Tempo]
Siphon Drain
eerie dark ambient, rhythmic synths, female vocals, deep, chill, electronic, melancholic, [Dark Ambient], [Industrial Trip-Hop], [Glitchy], [Binaural], [Psychological Horror], [Slow Tempo]
Lyrics
[Intro]
Atmosphere: Low hum of a fluorescent light buzzing
SFX: Heavy footsteps approaching from Left Speaker
SFX: A deep exhale in Right Speaker
(Whisper - Center)
Feed.
[Verse 1]
Bass: Deep and throbbing
You don't wear a cape, you wear a cardigan
You don’t bear fangs, just a tragic origin
The air gets heavy, thick like wet wool
Gravity bends when you start to pull
Pan Left
"Can I pick your brain?"
Pan Right
" just a minute of your time..."
Center
My coffee turns ice cold, covered in rime
[Pre-Chorus]
Sound of static interference rising
Vocals: Distorted, layered
The filament flickers inside of my chest
A slow-motion parasitic guest
You’re not hunting blood, you’re hunting the spark
Turning my high noon into the dark
[Chorus]
Explosive Industrial Beat
Synthesizer: Screeching like a dying battery
Siphon. Drain. The voltage drop.
You’re the monologue that will not stop.
drinking the color right out of the room
A beige silhouette.
A vacuum.
Glitch effect
(Sipping... sipping...)
My battery dies.
[Verse 2]
Minimalist instrumentation - creepy and sparse
Vocals: Close proximity effect, very dry
Pan Right to Left - sweeping sound
You weave a web out of "me, myself, and I"
I’m pinned to the wall, too tired to fly
You act like a moth, but you eat the flame
Leaving a hollowed-out husk in your frame
Your sadness is weaponized, dull and grey
SFX: High pitched ringing in Right ear
Taking the hours and rotting the day
[Bridge]
Tempo slows down drastically
Atmosphere: Underwater muffled sound
I can’t... move... my... lips...
The silence... rips...
You’re talking. You’re talking.
Pan Left - harsh whisper
(Are you listening?)
Pan Right - harsh whisper
(Are you listening?)
My spine is a wire, and you’ve cut the cord.
[Outro]
Music dissolves into white noise
SFX: Heart monitor beeping slowly
Not a bite on the neck.
Just a hole in the head.
I’m walking around...
But I’m already dead.
Fade out with heavy breathing panning Left to Right
(Empty...)
(Empty...)