Put to Sleep 2025.12.4 Suno v4.5, 23:39pm

Описание: Put to Sleep

Dark Cabaret, Eerie Neo-Classical, 3/4 Waltz, 70 BPM, Detuned Piano, Male Whisper Vocals, Clock Ticks, Cold Strings, Forensic Mood, Haunted Precision

[Verse 1]

A voice too sharp, it pierced my ear,
A child shouting far too near.
I checked the cause, the wound ran deep—
Had to put that sound to sleep.

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[Verse 2]

A ribbon red, too bold, too bright,
It shimmered wrong beneath the light.
A pulse too fast, a hue too steep—
Had to put that glare to sleep.

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[Chorus]

No complications.
The silence runs clean.
I treat what the world fails to screen.

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[Verse 3]

A man spoke fast, his words a mess,
His mouth a blur of wild distress.
Too tangled up, too loud, too cheap—
Had to put that noise to sleep.

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[Verse 4]

A stranger’s eyes, too wide, too bare,
No thought behind, just vacant stare.
A hollow look too long to keep—
Had to put that gaze to sleep.

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[Chorus]

The dosage was right.
The pressure was brief.
I offered the gift of relief.

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[Bridge]

But still the air begins to shake.
Still more distortions seem to wake.
How many faults must I relieve—
Before this world allows reprieve?

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[Verse 5]

A footstep fell one beat behind,
It limped across my ordered mind.
Its rhythm wrong, its timing cheap—
Had to put that step to sleep.

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[Verse 6]

A scent too sweet, a layer too thick,
It tried too hard to mask the sick.
A perfume dressed in rot too deep—
Had to put that trail to sleep.

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[Chorus]

No struggle detected.
The dosage was sound.
Another infection shutting down.

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[Bridge]

I treat and treat, the strain repeats.
The sickness hides in every street.
Perhaps they’ve never truly slept—
Just vanished where I can’t detect.

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[Outro]

Maybe I’m the symptom they flee,
The ache they cut to set things free.
Maybe I’m the one too steep—
The one they had to put to sleep.

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背景故事：

他是个极其安静的人，像一根悬在世界边缘的针。
走路很轻，说话很慢，连呼吸都像是一种礼貌的隐形。

他是个外科医生，在治疗这个患病的世界。

他试图剪掉那些声音太吵、情绪太乱、眼神太空洞的人。在他看来这些人就像是多余的噪音碎片，扰乱了世界的秩序和纯度。

他有一套非常个人化的系统：
一个小孩在公共场合尖叫——“嘘，好吵啊，睡吧。”
一个擦身而过的女人衣角太刺眼，他心里一阵刺痛——“啊，好突兀，睡吧。”
一个路人不小心多看了他两眼——“唉，无法忍受，睡吧，睡吧。”

他从不愤怒，也不恐惧。他只是执行，像在照顾一个过敏的神经系统。

可是无论他将多少人沉睡，这些多余的人就是不见减少，每天都有多余的噪音碎片冒出来，重新围绕在他身边。

于是他开始怀疑——那些人真的睡着了吗？
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