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The Sleepers In My Blood
(Verse 1)
I drew the new maps over all the old lines
Burned the ships down at the shore, ignored the warning signs
Scoured the kingdom clean, declared the sickness gone
I celebrated victory and learned to love the dawn
Built my little fortress on a foundation of release
Signed a treaty with myself and manufactured peace
(Pre-Chorus)
A sudden fever, low and slight
Your initial on the fogged-up glass at night
One wrong note in a new-bought song
I knew something was coming all along
(Chorus)
And now the sleepers in my blood are waking up again
Raising flags in territories where I killed your men
You're the war I thought I won, the bitter, final cost
A hostile occupation in the parts of me I lost
And every beat inside my chest, a drum for your return
Another brutal lesson that I never seem to learn
(Verse 2)
You didn't die, you just went deep, you held your breath and played
A patient insurrection waiting for a parade
While I was busy building, you were colonizing veins
Setting up your outposts in the rhythm of the rains
And now your shadow stretches out from everything I see
You engineered this part of you to grow inside of me
(Pre-Chorus)
A sudden fever, hot and high
A phantom silhouette against the sky
A single word that cuts me wrong
I've known you were here all along
(Chorus)
And now the sleepers in my blood are waking up again
Raising flags in territories where I killed your men
You're the war I thought I won, the bitter, final cost
A hostile occupation in the parts of me I lost
And every beat inside my chest, a drum for your return
Another brutal lesson that I never seem to learn
(Bridge)
How do I fight an enemy that wears my own damn face?
How do I clear the poison out and not leave any trace?
I take the medicine, it tastes like giving in to you
Do I salt the earth all over just to start my world anew?
Do I let it burn?
(Chorus)
The sleepers in my blood are screaming up again
They're storming all the ramparts where I killed your men
You're the war I'll never win, the bitter, final cost
A hostile occupation in the parts of me I lost
And every beat inside my chest, a drum for your return
This brutal, ugly lesson that I have to live and learn
(Outro)
Live and learn...
The sleepers wake.
Live and learn...
A small mistake.
Live and learn...
The sleepers... wait.
About The Song
This song translates a biological phenomenon into a deeply personal emotional narrative. Inspired by the science of dormant "sleeper cells"—like bacteria or cancer cells that survive treatment only to reactivate later—"The Sleepers In My Blood" becomes a metaphor for unresolved trauma, a past relationship, or an old habit you thought you had conquered. It captures the unique horror and betrayal of a relapse. The protagonist has actively worked to heal (in line with the Active Agency Mandate, they "drew new maps" and "celebrated victory"), making the return of their personal demon feel like a hostile, internal invasion. It’s not about feeling sad; it's about the shock of finding yourself in a war you were certain you had already won, and the dawning horror that some battles must be fought over and over again.
Production Notes
Genre: Dark Pop / Theatrical Synth-Pop
Influences: Chappell Roan's dramatic structure and synth choices meet Billie Eilish's intimate, close-mic vocal production.
Vocals: The verses should be delivered with a fragile, close-mic'd intimacy (Neumann TLM 102), almost a whisper, with minimal processing to feel raw and confessional. For the chorus, the vocal explodes into stacked layers: a powerful, belted center take (Shure SM7B), flanked by wide-panned, breathy harmony layers and a sub-octave track to add weight and drama. Automation is key to managing this dynamic shift.
Instrumentation: The track begins with a filtered, low-pass synth pad and a sparse, heartbeat kick drum. The pre-chorus introduces a tense, high-frequency arpeggio (like a Sequential Prophet-6) that builds tension. The chorus is a maximalist wall of sound: a deep, driving 808 sub-bass, layers of warm analog synths, and a powerful snare with heavy gated reverb. The bridge strips everything away to just a lone, melancholic Fender Rhodes sound and the raw lead vocal, before swelling back into the final, crushing chorus.
Mix: Employ aggressive dynamic automation. The stereo field should feel narrow and claustrophobic in the verses, then blow open wide in the choruses to create a powerful sense of release and overwhelm. The outro should feature a tape stop effect on the final synth chord as the vocal fades with heavy, long-tailed reverb.
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