Under the Strobe

[Sub-Bass rumble, distorted heartbeat Kick] [Metallic impacts, electrical hiss, distant female breathing] [Inari – low, cold, controlled] Everybody loves the pretty version. The clean scar. The quiet breakdown. The story with no blood on the floor. [Beat hits] Too bad. [Verse 1] [Hard EBM Bassline, mechanical percussion, dark Synth pulse] [Inari – rhythmic, commanding] She wears long sleeves in twenty degrees Says she’s just cold, nobody believes He laughs too loud when the room gets still Keeps three locked doors behind every thrill One drinks deep till the memories blur One won’t eat when the mirrors turn cruel One keeps smiling through every bruise Everybody sees Nobody moves [Pre-Chorus] [Kick strips back, rising Industrial Noise] We love the lie We fear the truth We praise survival Then punish the proof You want clean pain Easy to consume No ugly edges No broken rooms [Chorus] [Massive EBM Drop] [Huge distorted Bass, pounding four-on-the-floor Kick, sharp Synth stabs] [Inari – powerful chest belt] UNDER THE STROBE WE BLEED IN TIME DANCE ON THE DAMAGE CALL IT FINE UNDER THE STROBE NO ONE ASKS WHY WE MOVE LIKE NOTHING EVER DIED INSIDE LOUDER HARDER BASS IN THE BONES IF YOU WON’T HEAR US WE’LL SHAKE THE WALLS [Post-Chorus] [Sub-Bass pulses, chopped female vocal samples] [Inari – clipped] Smile. Pose. Lie. Repeat. Break. Hide. Back to the beat. [Verse 2] [Driving Sequencer, distorted Synth Bass, aggressive Snare] She says “I’m fine” with a mouth full of static He says “I’m good” while his hands shake automatic Someone stays home because touch feels wrong Someone learned silence before they learned song A locked bathroom A hospital light A phone that rang at three in the night A name nobody says anymore And still they ask, “What are you sad for?” [Pre-Chorus] [Industrial Toms build underneath] You want the wound Without the scream The broken girl Without the scene You want survivors Soft and polite But rage looks ugly Under white light [Chorus] [Full EBM Impact] UNDER THE STROBE WE BLEED IN TIME DANCE ON THE DAMAGE CALL IT FINE UNDER THE STROBE NO ONE ASKS WHY WE MOVE LIKE NOTHING EVER DIED INSIDE LOUDER HARDER BASS IN THE BONES IF YOU WON’T HEAR US WE’LL SHAKE THE WALLS [Instrumental Break] [Brutal distorted Bass Drop] [Industrial Kick doubles] [Metal hits, machine alarms, low Synth growl] [Inari – spoken, venomous] Too much? Funny. You lived through it. They just don’t like hearing about it. [Verse 3] [Half-time beat, low sub pressure, dark atmospheric Synth] [Inari – lower, intense] There are homes where dinner feels like war Beds that don’t feel safe anymore Names erased from family trees Hands that learned to shake in secrecy Bodies judged like public ground Pain turned private, shame passed down We call it “drama” when truth gets loud Then wonder why they disappear in crowds [Build] [Kick roll, rising noise, Bass filtering open] Don’t ask why we’re angry Ask what made us numb Don’t ask why we’re distant Ask what we survived from Don’t ask why the music Needs to hit this hard Some of us need thunder Just to feel our hearts [Bridge] [Beat drops to huge heartbeat Sub-Bass] [Inari – raw, powerful, no softness] I am not your cautionary tale Not your whispered name Not your broken little headline Not your guilt to tame I don’t owe you pretty healing I don’t owe you grace I can dance with every nightmare And still look you in the face [Massive Build-Up] [Snare rolls, distorted Synth riser, layered breathing] [Inari – rising] No shame. No hush. No polished lie. No turning pain Into something nice. [Final Chorus] [Maximum EBM Climax] [Massive Bass wall, relentless Kick, Industrial percussion, screaming Synths] [Inari – huge full voice, layered harmonies] UNDER THE STROBE WE BLEED IN TIME DANCE ON THE DAMAGE CALL IT FINE UNDER THE STROBE WE’RE STILL ALIVE NOT CLEAN NOT QUIET NOT EASY TO HIDE LOUDER HARDER BASS IN THE BONES WE ARE THE STORIES YOU NEVER WERE TOLD [Final Extension] [Hardest beat, layered female vocals] WE DON’T HEAL PRETTY WE DON’T BREAK CLEAN WE DON’T FIT NEATLY INSIDE YOUR SCREEN TURN UP THE BASS TURN OFF THE SHAME IF SILENCE IS HOLY THEN PROFANE MY NAME [Outro] [Beat cuts suddenly] [Only electrical hum and deep Sub remain] [Inari – calm, close] Some things don’t disappear because you stop talking about them. [Single Bass Hit] [End]