That bright guitar circle is already moving fast, and the drums give it somewhere to run.

Siouxsie's voice has made the spell personal now: a cradle image, then the flat rule, “You have no choice.”

The repeated guitar hasn't softened for the laughter line; the nursery image rides the same quick beat.

The rag-doll dance turns straight into the title chant, so “Spellbound” feels like a condition the groove is already enforcing.

The prayer-and-stairs image is ugly, but the band stays bright and quick instead of sinking into gloom.

This second pass doesn't open a new section so much as keep the same racing shape while the toys go berserk.

Those open cries give the vocal more air, but the guitar and drums keep the run intact.

The last return narrows from the rag-doll steps into “entranced,” and now the word sounds less like a description than the state of the whole track.

After the pattern breaks, the decay is quick; the spin stops without a big resolution.