Auction of Dreams
Steampunk rock fused with dark cabaret: waltz-time verses with twisted piano and creaky strings, building into powerful rock choruses with brass stabs and gritty vocals. The rap section brings a fast-paced rhythmic contrast with a theatrical delivery, like a barker in a haunted circus. Atmosphere is decadent, mysterious, and baroque.
Auction of Dreams
Steampunk rock fused with dark cabaret: waltz-time verses with twisted piano and creaky strings, building into powerful rock choruses with brass stabs and gritty vocals. The rap section brings a fast-paced rhythmic contrast with a theatrical delivery, like a barker in a haunted circus. Atmosphere is decadent, mysterious, and baroque.
Lyrics
Verse 1 – slow 3/4 waltz, crooner-style vocals, piano and cello
Step inside, the velvet gloom
Where chandeliers weep gaslight fume
Tonight we sell what’s never real—
A kiss, a cry, a soul to steal
Pre-Chorus – strings swirl, slight tempo shift
Number nine, a child’s last laugh
Preserved in glass, a haunted craft
Bid your guilt, or bid your shame
The gavel falls — forget your name
Chorus – rock instrumentation kicks in, gritty vocals
At the Auction of Dreams, don’t look back
Trade your past for a silver plaque
No more scars, no need to feel
Just ink the deal and break the seal
Buy a war you never fought
Sell a truth you once forgot
Verse 2 – darker, female vocals, music box melody layered in
Lot thirteen: a mother’s hum
Wrapped in lace, and powdered numb
Lot nineteen: a broken vow
Still bleeding through its ribboned brow
Pre-Chorus – tension builds, whispered harmony
Don’t ask why or wonder when
The clock won’t strike for you again
What matters here is not the price—
But how much you’d erase for vice
Chorus – more intense, overlapping vocals and brass hits
At the Auction of Dreams, masks are cheap
Memories stitched for you to keep
Sell your fears, buy someone’s pain
It’s all the same — a steam-stained game
Trade your soul for something sweet
Or bid farewell on rusted feet
Bridge – sharp cadence over ticking and metallic percussion
Going once — that tear in your eye
Going twice — the scream you deny
Sold! To the man with the hollow stare
Bought her lullaby and her winter prayer
No refunds, no return, just gears that churn
You pay in secrets that twist and burn
Want a taste of joy you missed?
We’ll engrave it on your wrist
Final Chorus – climactic, grand cabaret crescendo
At the Auction of Dreams, the curtain drops
What’s yours is gone, the bidding never stops
All that you were now owned by steam
A fading line in a clockwork dream
So take your change and take your seat—
Next up: your heartbeat.
Outro – slow piano fade with warped record crackle
Do I hear... despair?
Going once...