Оркестр внутри

(Verse 1)
Don't cry, my child, in the empty hall
Every sound here lives through the pall
Your father searched for a reply
But silence is his portrait — dry
I hear your trembling step so thin
In my theater made of wet skin
You think you're walking toward your home
But you will never be the one you've known

(Chorus)
Give me the scream your ribs hide tight
I'm the Maestro of dead samples tonight
Voices grow here like a mold
Now you've entered — you'll sing in the cold
Don't fear the blade, don't fear the gloom
Inside you — father's voice and winter's womb
We'll weave your cords into a scarlet choir
You chose this hall… and my desire

(Verse 2)
You see the dolls in the nursery dark?
They're just like you — a stolen spark
Your tape recorder drinks the agony of waves
But every breath just sinks into a grave of staves
I'll let you sing with all their throats
So you will know: we're not enemies — we're notes
Where the tongue ends, where words decay
There Phonium is just a bow — and you are the clay

(Chorus)
Give me the scream your ribs hide tight
I'm the Maestro of dead samples tonight
Voices grow here like a mold
Now you've entered — you'll sing in the cold
Don't fear the blade, don't fear the gloom
Inside you — father's voice and winter's womb
We'll weave your cords into a scarlet choir
You chose this hall… and my desire

(Bridge – whispered, layered voices)
"Hush now, little one… don't lie at the edge…"
"Sophia, look — I'm flying a kite… so high…"
"Mommy… it's dark…"
"Give me your voice."
You thought this was the end, you fool
But the Chorus is no house — it's the final tool
You took the jar, you took his cord
But he still sings under your rib… forever stored.

(Outro – fading into static)
Inside you… voices… of your father…
(whispered) …and winter.
Sophia… wake up.
The orchestra waits.
Only you know how to stay this quiet…
When I want to sing.