[Intro – glitchy synths, metallic echoes, amp feedback. Crowd noise faint in the distance.] [Spoken – Female lead vocalist (Marlow), close-mic’d, whispered with distortion] “Line them up, tune them in… Every string the same. But one breath breaks the code.” [Verse 1 – fast, raw, shouted female vocal. Overdriven guitars, pounding drums, distorted bass.] Built on wires, stamped in chrome Leather skin but no real bones Six strings cloned, a thousand eyes But one red ghost refuses lies [Chorus – full band, loud and aggressive. Female vocal, raspy and powerful. Call-and-response gang shouts.] We’re not machines, we’re the sound of collapse Raise your fist, cut the circuits, break the traps In the factory of noise, where the silence blooms We’re the ones with a red balloon [Verse 2 – faster, chaotic punk energy. Female vocal almost screaming.] They want a rhythm that never bends But cracks appear when the feedback ends Steel guitars in a plastic town But one mistake can tear it down [Bridge – crowd chant + scream. Drums heavy, feedback ringing.] [Gang vocals shouting] NOISE! NOISE! [Female vocal (Marlow), screaming] “Sing it louder than the code!” [Gang vocals shouting] “NOISE! NOISE!” [Female vocal (Marlow), screaming] “Red balloon, explode!” [Chorus – repeat with maximum intensity. Feedback and distortion layered.] We’re not machines, we’re the sound of collapse Raise your fist, cut the circuits, break the traps In the factory of noise, where the silence blooms We’re the ones with a red balloon [Outro – feedback, metallic glitches, fading synth noise. Slow distorted guitar riff. Red balloon floating away.] [Spoken – Female vocal (Marlow), tired, almost spitting] “You can copy the body… but never the noise.”
