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[Overture — distant clock chimes, low synth requiem pad]

[Tempo: moderato, 80–90 BPM; key: minor; atmosphere: nocturnal]
[Verse 1 — Female (mezzo-soprano), hushed then blooming]

I press my ear to the glass of night,

Neon saints halo in static rain.

I trace a vow in the city light,

Hear your name humming down the vein.
[Verse 1 — Male (tenor), clear and steady]

I pace an aisle in an iron sky,

Black roses rise where the sirens pray.

I taste the ash of a lullaby,

Feel your pull bend the road my way.
[Pre-Chorus — call and response, staccato breaths]

Female: I will not go.

Male: I cannot stay.

Female: The hour knows—

Male:—it undoes day.

Both: At the seam where time turns back.
[Chorus — belting with guitar swell and synth-choir pad]

Both: Every midnight calls me back,

Like bells in a mirror, breaking black.

Every midnight, pulse on track—

A requiem heartbeat: click—clack—click.

Female: I fall—

Male: I rise—

Both: In the same attack.

Both: Every midnight calls me back.
[Post-Chorus — whispered round, breathy]

Both (whispered): Calls me back, calls me back.
[Verse 2 — Alternating lines, tight rhythm]

Female: I stitched my hush with electric thread.

Male: I lit a match in a flooded head.

Female: I drink the dusk from a crystal crack.

Male: I chase the echo that won’t fade back.
[Pre-Chorus — dynamic, climbing]

Female: If I turn away—

Male:—the hour turns me.

Female: If I learn to stay—

Male:—the want unlearns me.

Both: We revolve on the same dark track.
[Chorus — fuller, octave split]

Both: Every midnight calls me back,

Like vinyl of heaven under lacquered lack.

Every midnight, no light slack—

Just a silver metronome: tick—tock—tic.

Female (soaring): I break—

Male (ringing): I mend—

Both: At the same exact.

Both: Every midnight calls me back.
[Requiem Interlude — half-whispered litany over toms]

Both: Mercy. Memory. Measure me.

Both: Pleasure’s shadow: tether me.

Both: Velvet hunger, gilded lack—

Both: Kyrie—carry me back.
[Bridge — duet in counterpoint; crescendo]

Female: I am the candle that drowns in wax,

Male: I am the thunder behind the cracks,

Female: I kiss the ruin until it sings,

Male: I hold the silence by broken strings,

Both (unison, urgent): Name me, blame me, claim me, unchain me.
[Drop — instruments thin; heartbeat kick]

Both (soft): At twelve, the veins of night run black.
[Final Chorus — belting, ad-libs, choral synths]

Both: Every midnight calls me back,

Through chrome cathedrals, neon-black.

Every midnight—no turning slack—

We vow, we shatter, we re-attach.

Female (ad-lib): Call me—

Male (ad-lib): Answer—

Both: On the mirrored track.

Both: Every midnight calls me back.
[Outro — decrescendo; breaths align]

Female (whisper): If I fall—

Male (whisper):—I’ll be your lack.

Both (soft unison): At the stroke, we circle back.

[Clock fades, synth pad resolves to minor tonic]

Every Midnight Calls Me Back, from the series Madness and Decadence, frames a duet as a requiem without a coffin—two obsessive spirits circling the same hour, questioning desire, memory, and return. Futuristic Rock meets Pop and Indie Pop with a sheen of spectral synths, tremoring bass, and ceremonial bells that toll at the edge of a neon night. The dynamic Male Tenor and Female Mezzo-soprano trade vows and doubts in agile call-and-response, then fuse into soaring harmonies that feel liturgical and feverish at once.

The intent is dark introspection rendered as spectacle: hooks shaped like mantras, counterpoint that mimics fixation, and a structure that swells like an opera’s act breaks. Guitars chisel through glossy pads, while programmed drums throb like clockwork—each strike a reminder that decadence is just devotion in a louder dress. It’s a modern requiem for the compulsions we refuse to bury, inviting listeners to step inside the stroke of twelve and hear how longing can sound both penitent and electrifying.