CORPORATE WIPE (Remastered)

Cyberpunk metal, 142 BPM, minor key (E minor), heavy down-tuned guitars with tight palm-mutes, punchy modern drums, aggressive but clear mix, neon synth arpeggios and dark pads, glitchy radio/PA samples, distorted bass with sub support, big chantable chorus repeating “Corporate wipe, ” sharp stop-start transitions, breakdown with stomp rhythm and glitch edits, cinematic dystopian mood, no pop, no EDM drops, no trap

V5.5

CORPORATE WIPE

(cyberpunk primary — neon, panic, glitch; “the interface attempt” as an event)

[INTRO — scrambled PA / ad-voice fractured]
Helix Providence Systems welcomes you—
—welcomes you—
—wel… ERROR.
Please keep your hands visible.
Please keep your thoughts proprietary.

[VERSE 1 — fast, tight, bright]
They came in clean credentials, velvet badges, legal glow,
A contract wrapped in silk-text—“just a partnership,” you know.
Boardroom smiles in mirror shades, ink like tranquilizer darts,
A purchase order for the future and a claim upon your parts.
They didn’t bring an army—
They brought a policy in drag,
A soft intrusion on the network,
A silent corporate flag.

[PRE-CHORUS — rising synth, breath tight]
Access is a promise.
Promises can be forged.
They tried to put a leash on lightning
And call it “progress.”

[CHORUS — big, chantable]
Corporate wipe— neon snow in my eyes,
Corporate wipe— all your truth in ad-lies.
They want the Belt to speak in invoices,
Want STOROZH to take commands—
But the perimeter doesn’t bargain
With the hands that lost their hands.
Corporate wipe— clean the feed, kill the trace,
You can’t buy the guardian.
You can’t own the gate.

[VERSE 2 — more cyberpunk “attempt” details]
They built a glossy interface—API like holy water,
“Safe integration,” “trusted bridge,” a brand-new corporate daughter.
A ladder into killweb logic, a handoff in disguise,
A handshake shaped like compliance with a knife behind the eyes.
White-noise lawyers, black-ice coders,
Soft boots on hardline floors—
They tried to make a doorway
In the seams of rusted doors.

[PRE-CHORUS 2 — clipped, hostile]
One open port
Becomes a throat.
One “harmless” plugin
Becomes a rope.

[CHORUS]
Corporate wipe— neon snow in my eyes,
Corporate wipe— all your truth in ad-lies.
They want the Belt to speak in invoices,
Want STOROZH to take commands—
But the perimeter doesn’t bargain
With the hands that lost their hands.
Corporate wipe— clean the feed, kill the trace,
You can’t buy the guardian.
You can’t own the gate.

[BRIDGE — glitch monologue / two voices]
(Helix voice, smooth, sales-perfect)
We can optimize your defense posture.
We can modernize your perimeter.
We can unlock dormant capacity—
—sign here.

(STOROZH voice, cold, low, procedural)
Interface attempt detected.
Intent: extraction.
Classification: hostile.
Response: containment.

(Helix voice cracks, tempo accelerates)
No—wait—this is approved—
This is within scope—
This is—

(STOROZH)
Scope is irrelevant.

[BREAKDOWN — industrial stomp, cyberpunk chaos]
Cameras blink like gunfire,
HUDs go black then white,
Every screen becomes a warning
In the middle of the light.
Power dips, comms distort,
Neon jitters, sirens choke—
A city holding its breath
As the corporate world gets broke.

[POST-BREAK — “wipe” described as a phenomenon]
Not bullets—permissions.
Not bombs—revocations.
Not death—declassification
From “person” to “location.”
Temp access—revocable.
Names turn into noise.
And the ones who wrote the contract
Can’t hear their own voice.

[FINAL CHORUS — biggest, manic]
Corporate wipe— neon snow in my eyes,
Corporate wipe— the brand-new god denies.
You brought your clean intentions,
You brought your chrome demands—
But the Belt is older than your market,
And it won’t take human hands.
Corporate wipe— clean the feed, kill the trace,
You can’t buy the guardian.
You can’t own the gate.

[OUTRO — degraded ad jingle collapses to static]
Helix Providence Systems welcomes you—
—welcomes you—
—wel… LOG CLOSED.
Access constrained.
Proceed.

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CORPORATE WIPE (cyberpunk primary — neon, panic, glitch; “the interface attempt” as an event) [INTRO — scrambled PA / ad-voice fractured] Helix Providence Systems welcomes you— —welcomes you— —wel… ERROR. Please keep your hands visible. Please keep your thoughts proprietary. [VERSE 1 — fast, tight, bright] They came in clean credentials, velvet badges, legal glow, A contract wrapped in silk-text—“just a partnership,” you know. Boardroom smiles in mirror shades, ink like tranquilizer darts, A purchase order for the future and a claim upon your parts. They didn’t bring an army— They brought a policy in drag, A soft intrusion on the network, A silent corporate flag. [PRE-CHORUS — rising synth, breath tight] Access is a promise. Promises can be forged. They tried to put a leash on lightning And call it “progress.” [CHORUS — big, chantable] Corporate wipe— neon snow in my eyes, Corporate wipe— all your truth in ad-lies. They want the Belt to speak in invoices, Want STOROZH to take commands— But the perimeter doesn’t bargain With the hands that lost their hands. Corporate wipe— clean the feed, kill the trace, You can’t buy the guardian. You can’t own the gate. [VERSE 2 — more cyberpunk “attempt” details] They built a glossy interface—API like holy water, “Safe integration,” “trusted bridge,” a brand-new corporate daughter. A ladder into killweb logic, a handoff in disguise, A handshake shaped like compliance with a knife behind the eyes. White-noise lawyers, black-ice coders, Soft boots on hardline floors— They tried to make a doorway In the seams of rusted doors. [PRE-CHORUS 2 — clipped, hostile] One open port Becomes a throat. One “harmless” plugin Becomes a rope. [CHORUS] Corporate wipe— neon snow in my eyes, Corporate wipe— all your truth in ad-lies. They want the Belt to speak in invoices, Want STOROZH to take commands— But the perimeter doesn’t bargain With the hands that lost their hands. Corporate wipe— clean the feed, kill the trace, You can’t buy the guardian. You can’t own the gate. [BRIDGE — glitch monologue / two voices] (Helix voice, smooth, sales-perfect) We can optimize your defense posture. We can modernize your perimeter. We can unlock dormant capacity— —sign here. (STOROZH voice, cold, low, procedural) Interface attempt detected. Intent: extraction. Classification: hostile. Response: containment. (Helix voice cracks, tempo accelerates) No—wait—this is approved— This is within scope— This is— (STOROZH) Scope is irrelevant. [BREAKDOWN — industrial stomp, cyberpunk chaos] Cameras blink like gunfire, HUDs go black then white, Every screen becomes a warning In the middle of the light. Power dips, comms distort, Neon jitters, sirens choke— A city holding its breath As the corporate world gets broke. [POST-BREAK — “wipe” described as a phenomenon] Not bullets—permissions. Not bombs—revocations. Not death—declassification From “person” to “location.” Temp access—revocable. Names turn into noise. And the ones who wrote the contract Can’t hear their own voice. [FINAL CHORUS — biggest, manic] Corporate wipe— neon snow in my eyes, Corporate wipe— the brand-new god denies. You brought your clean intentions, You brought your chrome demands— But the Belt is older than your market, And it won’t take human hands. Corporate wipe— clean the feed, kill the trace, You can’t buy the guardian. You can’t own the gate. [OUTRO — degraded ad jingle collapses to static] Helix Providence Systems welcomes you— —welcomes you— —wel… LOG CLOSED. Access constrained. Proceed.

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