[Intro]
[Violin and piano turn the three-note weighing motif into a slow, uneven waltz.]

[Verse 1 - Anubis, deep male baritone]
Down where the furnace pipes complain,
Past boxes warped by basement rain,
The lilies sleep in plastic sleeves,
No scent, no soil, no fallen leaves.
Their stems are stamped, their petals sealed,
A grief that never bruised or healed.
Behind them, under cloth and nails,
I keep the old and golden scales.

[Chorus - Anubis, deep male baritone]
Plastic lilies, golden scales,
One never fades and one never fails.
One keeps its color, cold and bright;
One tells the weight we hide from sight.
Plastic lilies, golden scales—
False flowers bloom where truth prevails.

[Verse 2 - Anubis, deep male baritone]
I lift the balance, brass and worn,
Older than every child now mourned.
I knew the feather, knew the breath,
Knew naked fear at the door of death.
Now shipping labels cross its beam,
And clearance wreaths obscure its gleam.
But when my jackal fingers trace,
I feel the dead return to place.

[Pre-Chorus - Anubis, deep male baritone]
Above us, cards say “Peaceful Rest.”
Below, the heart must make its test.
No barcode sings, no invoice tells
What moves between these golden shells.

[Chorus - Anubis, deep male baritone]
Plastic lilies, golden scales,
One never fades and one never fails.
One keeps its color, cold and bright;
One tells the weight we hide from sight.
Plastic lilies, golden scales—
False flowers bloom where truth prevails.

[Instrumental Break]
[Sistrum taps three times as violin and cello exchange the weighing motif.]

[Verse 3 - Anubis, deep male baritone]
I lift a widow’s weathered glove,
A child’s blue bead, a note of love.
I lay each token on the plate
And watch the sorrow find its weight.
Not guilt alone can bend the arm;
A promise lost can do more harm.
The scale dips low, then rises slow—
There are truths no price list knows.

[Bridge - Anubis, deep male baritone]
A flower made of cloth won’t rot,
But neither will it mourn the plot.
A heart may break and still be true;
A perfect bloom has nothing to lose.
So keep the lilies clean upstairs—
The scale below remembers prayers.

[Final Chorus - Anubis, deep male baritone]
Plastic lilies, golden scales,
One sells comfort, one unveils.
One stands untouched beside the grave;
One asks what love still could not save.
Plastic lilies, golden scales—
False flowers fade; the truth remains.

[Outro - Anubis, deep male baritone]
I cover them before the dawn.
The lilies stare.
The weight lives on.
