[Intro, Spoken, raspy, close-mic] (Vinyl crackle. Low sub hum. Breathing audible.) Yo… in this pit, the bass is a blunt force. Static on the floor, bodies twitchin’ like a short circuit. Heartbeat’s a riot… can’t tell the blood from the gin. Sweat, smoke… man, I’m sinkin’. [The phrase “man, I’m sinkin’” is chopped, pitch-dropped, and repeats intermittently throughout the track as a dark, subconscious refrain.] Fuck it. [Verse 1, Grime flow, skippy, observational] Ravers spinnin’ foul, bare feet on the filth, Eyes wide and empty, pushin’ through the guilt. Whistles scream like sirens, airhorns like a threat, Dealers in the darkness, tradin’ lies for a bet. Lovers in a clinch, grindin’ till they’re sore, Clutchin’ at the static, beggin’ for some more. (Low, pitch-dropped voice re-enters briefly: “man, I’m sinkin’”) [Verse 2, Grime flow tightens, pressure builds] Strobes bitin’ my neck, lights like a blade, Drink’s mostly backwash, but the price has been paid. Lost in the meat-grinder, vibin’ on the rot, Electric souls? Nah… just bodies in a knot. Chemicals kickin’ like a mule to the jaw, Bile in the throat, man, I’m livin’ for the raw. Pulse of the gutter, neon in the chest, Grime in the marrow… no peace, no rest! (Motif returns, distorted and lower) Man, I’m sinkin’. [Hook, Shouted crowd response, NOT sung] In the filth! In the light! In the gut! In the night! Boom in the lungs! Salt in the hair! Drownin’ in hope, man… we don’t care! [Verse 3, Theatrical collapse, screamed but rhythmic] (Vocals red-lining, distortion increasing) Toilets reekin’ of shame, mascara streaks like ink! Kissin’ the porcelain, too far gone to think! The floor’s bucklin’, speakers make you bend! Every rave’s a funeral, every night’s a dead end! (Brief drop, kick mutes, room tone only) I check the time on my cracked phone screen… It’s already morning somewhere else. (Kick slams back in) Time-stretched agony, the chemicals finally hit! Ridin’ the lightning… never gonna quit! Sky to the floor, burnin’ out the vein! Madness in the marrow! Grime in the brain! (Motif, final appearance, deepest, most distorted) Man… I’m sinkin’.
