[start] [Intro: Fuzz bass buzzes with distortion. Prophet V pulses like a warning siren. Muted electric guitar scratches in sync, drums dry and angular — think 2+2=5 meets Myxomatosis.] [Instrumental only] [Verse 1] They talk loud They don’t know Every sound Every show Words like smoke Fill the sky Truth is sold They just buy [Pre-Chorus: Prophet V rises, filters open like static speech.] Empty lines Shiny tone Every fact Carved in stone [Chorus: Vocals detached, almost sarcastic.] They know it all (know it all, know it all) Every rise Every fall They know it all (know it all, know it all) Every word Built too tall [Verse 2: Guitars stutter, bass thick and looping.] They quote dreams As they fade Draw the map In the shade Point the stars Call them names Miss the mark All the same [Pre-Chorus: Prophet glitching like garbled newsfeed.] Empty signs Plastic gold Every truth Bought and sold [Chorus: Vocals louder, distorted.] They know it all (know it all, know it all) Every rise Every fall They know it all (know it all, know it all) Every word Built too tall [Bridge: Drums half-time, Prophet V drones in dissonance. Voice fragmented, processed like a digital feed breaking up.] Talk, talk Louder still Noise and noise Takes the will Talk, talk Fill the room Light the match Smell the fume [Verse 3: Whispered. Guitars distant, bass alone, pulsing.] Paper hearts Empty screens Mirror mouths Selling dreams Every face Knows the drill Every sound Standing still [Final Chorus: Full arrangement returns. Prophet V surges, guitars clash in tremolo.] They know it all (know it all, know it all) Every rise Every fall They know it all (know it all, know it all) Every word Built too tall [Outro: Bass loops one last time, glitch bursts scatter, Prophet fades to a low hum. Whisper:] “They don’t know.” [end]