[Intro – Bass Starts Alone: A Subterranean, Thumb-slapped Crawl. 92 BPM. Sparse Hi-hats Like A Ticking Leak; Bells Come Into the Mix] [Verse 1 – Low, Gravelly Delivery; Focus On Rhythmic Placement Over Melody] The circuit’s twitching like a fault in a frozen wire I’m leaning on the bar, just claiming psychic space in here You’re vibrating at a pitch that makes the highball glass sing Measuring the distance from the void to all things But I’m a statue carved from smoke and heavy-water frost I don’t bet on gravity, I never double-cross I just watch the room dissolve, the spirits pull me in I’m the only thing locked still in a marathon of spin. [Pre-Chorus – Build The Tension; Emphasize The "o" Vowels For Resonance] Temperature’s dropping straight into the collarbone Satellites are screaming but I’m silent in the zone Yeah the pressure’s crushing down, can you feel the vacuum tug? Tank is running empty but the low-end’s locking in. [Chorus – High-energy Contrast; Open "E" Sounds For Melodic Lift] I don’t chase what I can’t compel I’m Cold as Space… and Funky as Hell Let it ride, let the vacuum swell I’m Cold as Space… and Funky as Hell (Cold as Space!) (FUNKY AS HELL!) [Verse 2 – Use A Mu-Tron Or Envelope Filter For A Bubbling Texture] You’re coming in hot, tryna spark yourself a flare But I’ve forgotten how to flinch, forgotten how to care You want a reaction? Go chase a chemical spill I’m the far side of the moon, I’m the logic of the chill Your hustle’s got an odor, smells like melting rubber tires I’m the deep-sea pressure where the giants wake and stoke their fires You can’t outrun the silence, you can’t out-talk the beat I’m freezing out the friction just to concentrate the heat. [Pre-Chorus – Build The Tension; Emphasize The "o" Vowels For Resonance] Temperature’s dropping straight into the collarbone Satellites are screaming but I’m silent in the zone Yeah the pressure’s crushing down, can you feel the vacuum tug? Tank is running empty but the low-end’s locking in. [Chorus – High-energy Contrast; Open "E" Sounds For Melodic Lift] I don’t chase what I can’t compel I’m Cold as Space… and Funky as Hell Let it ride, let the vacuum swell I’m Cold as Space… and Funky as Hell (Cold as Space!) (FUNKY AS HELL!) [Bridge – The Floor Drops Out. Only The Kick Drum And A Filtered, Bubbling Synth. Half-spoken, Intimate] You can run hot… burn out fast. Turn to ash… make the engine flash. Or you can cool down. Let the rhythm latch. Me? I don’t negotiate with the sun. I just sit where the groove fell… Right between absolute zero… and the toll of the bell. [Instrumental Break – Drum fill: A rapid-fire, wooden crackle] [Chorus – Final – Maximum Density. Multiple Vocal Layers] I don’t chase what I can’t compel I’m Cold as Space… and Funky as Hell (The nebula is dancing!) Cold as Space… and Funky as Hell (The black hole’s got a story to tell!) Cold as Space… and Funky as Hell [Outro] [Spoken] Told you. Don’t rush me. [Final, low-E bass pluck that resonates until it fades to hiss]
