Give the Order, Dood

[Intro: Filtered pulse synth sweeping up at 128 BPM, heavy sidechained kick drum enters on beat one with a bright arpeggio] [Verse 1: Pulsing Prophet-6 bassline with crisp electronic snare, soaring clear vocal delivery, steady mechanical tempo] Reporting for duty, dood, draft in my hand My shoulder clips stone where I thought I could stand My axe hits the lintel, the doorway gives Measuring the room where the sovereign lives You draw a boundary across the stone floor I hold my breath until you tell me more (Hold the position) [Pre-Chorus 1: Synth pads swell with rising white noise sweeps, vocal lifts into a soaring upper register] Give me a fixed sequence, give me hard edges I stand three extra hours on the castle ledges Uncertain of the space that my shoulders take Until you count the inches that the bedposts break [Chorus: Full dynamic explosion, four-on-the-floor kick beat, layered vocal harmonies, shimmering lead synths] Give the order, mark the end Say how far to to walk ahead Set the limit, make it hold Then I move as I've been told [Verse 2: Bass drops to a heavy Moog sub-synth, vocal phrasing becomes tight and rhythmic over driving percussion] A tiny green slime in a porcelain bowl I put you in front just to save my soul Close both eyes, swing the double axe down Leave a brand new crater in the middle of town Then I check three times if the danger stayed Waiting for the verdict on the damage made (Did I do it right?) [Pre-Chorus 2: Synth pads swell with rising white noise sweeps, vocal lifts into a soaring upper register] Give me a fixed sequence, give me hard edges I stand three extra hours on the castle ledges Uncertain of the space that my shoulders take Until you count the inches that the bedposts break [Chorus: Full dynamic explosion, four-on-the-floor kick beat, layered vocal harmonies, shimmering lead synths] Give the order, mark the end Say how far to to walk ahead Set the limit, make it hold Then I move as I've been told [Bridge: Beat strips back to an isolated sub-bass pulse and airy synth leads, vocal turns intimate and vulnerable yet perfectly pitched] If I take control and I cage your wrists I am terrified of what my body missed One wrong sound and my hands fly free Striking at the headboard in panic and plea Fetch the ice pack, wipe the cold tea dry I will keep my distance till you look me in the eye (Keep my hands off) [Chorus: Maximum dynamic volume, dense vocal harmonies, layered synth leads, driving 128 BPM kick] Give the order, mark the end Say how far to to walk ahead Set the limit, make it hold Then I move as I've been told [Outro: Arpeggios gradually filter down as the kick drum pattern simplifies, leaving a lingering sub-bass hum] Axe flat on the floor, dood, right where you said My hands clear of everything, held by my head Tin by the contract, red pen beside you I wait for your stamp. Then I know what to do