Rust and Velvet

Hey, do ya hear dat?…listen…it’s GrizzlyJonesSay da name…Rust and Velvet [Intro]

(Slow, dragging pace. The atmosphere feels heavy, dark, and deeply buried underground.)

(Deep, slow, and heavily drawn-out delivery. A smoky, raspy voice lingering on every word.)

The marrow hardens into colder stone,

An ancient breath inside a hollow throne.

The oil bleeds through the fractured seam,

We swallow down the ash of a broken dream.

A bitter winter coats the midnight floor,

We lock the locks and watch the open door.

The daylight faded forty years ago,

We watch the shadows stretch and start to grow.

A silver thread upon a velvet sleeve,

There is no magic left to make-believe.

(The tension grows heavier. Pacing remains sluggish, dark, and expectant.)

Pull the lever... slow the drive,

A rusted gear... that thinks it is alive.

We wait beneath... the heavy dark,

To feed the ghost... a dying spark...

(The track reaches maximum weight and pressure. Vocals are thick, gravelly, and intensely dragged out.)

We carry rust... down in the core,

We do not walk... the surface anymore.

The heavy carbon... chokes the chest,

Lay the old world... down to rest.

Yeah... we watch it burn... slow.

The final embers... in the snow.

(The heavy pacing continues. The smoky delivery drops into a quiet, intense murmur.)

The clockwork counts the minutes we forgot,

Where silk and iron slowly turn to rot.

We trade our memories for a drop of grease,

And beg the cold machine to bring us peace.

A forgotten portrait in a cracked glass frame,

Nobody living can pronounce the name.

We are the dust that settled on the floor,

The final footprints by the cellar door.

(The driving pulse strips away into a minimal, ticking tension. The smoky voice becomes breathless.)

Time is a wheel that is locked in the rust,

Everything built will return to the dust.

A quiet eclipse in a sky made of lead,

We follow the paths where the ancestors bled.

The circuitry bleeds and the copper decays,

We are the ghosts of the happier days.

(The maximum weight and pressure returns. The vocals are pushed to their thickest, most gravelly limit.)

We carry rust... down in the core,

We do not walk... the surface anymore.

The heavy carbon... chokes the chest,

Lay the old world... down to rest.

Yeah... we watch it burn... slow.

The final embers... in the snow.

(The performance slows down completely to a quiet, gritty finish. One final, low exhale.)