[Verse 1 spoken] You tried to fix him To stitch the scream To medicate the myth And mute the dream [Verse 2] You tried to fix him To stitch the scream To medicate the myth And mute the dream [Verse 3] You call it a cry for help Don't hinder his solo He performs in my choir You call it a breakdown I call him the brick and mortar to my empire He's not sick, simply sacred Not broken, been branded Every twitch Twitch, every spTwitch, every spiral. every Manic commandment caught candid now viral. Obscure as he seems. Serene no matter how obscene. [ominously spoken in contrasting melody] You prayed for peace. I sharpened the fifth. You begged for truth. I plead the myth. [Music glitches and stops] [Host speaking painfully through dead silence] No, no please. I didnt mean to hurt you. I just wanted to be seen. [Record scratches, glass shatters] [music resumes with intense demonic screech] [Demon snaps back into control with a slow clap] [Demon: spoken with condescension ] Would you look at that. He speaks. My respect to you sir. Que the violins. Let's all clap for the host He's found his sins [Music pauses for a moment then resumes with intense demonic violins] [Demon: to the host in his mind simultaneously speaking to his loved ones in person] You want me to explain the joke? Fine Sharpening the fifth isn't just a line It's a violation A sonic betrayal The fifth is harmony I tuned it to hell It's the devil's interval, darling The tritone The sound of a soul left screaming alone in a padded cell No longer for sale But set to set sail in a 'not for sale', ship sailed. Tossed in a retail bin marked down. Just screaming and screaming Where no one else can hear the wail Until there's no sound left to be found The fifth is sacred It's the spine of the chord But sharpened, I shaped and twisted, I bent it Turned it into a bodkin. Bear then beheld as I buried it back in your spine This invisible sword [The host interrupts] "You're a monster" [Demon: sarcastically responds immediately] I see that struck a chord Aware 'I' put it there? [Demon: to the host] You wanted a resolution [Demon: to the family] You wanted this to stop [Demon: to everyone] At that thought, I must scoff at what you want And soon I'll be seen, saviour, or send to yours as i remain in your stead, by name I should say For down here is where I plan to reign and remain Because for me to let slip all of my hard work at this point You must be insane [Hangs in disonnence] Though cry as you may, my words are not violence. Protest, disdain. I don't soothe saturated souls screaming in silence I saturate soul screams with silence Before I silence the scream they scream Though I start with a whisper in a dream I weaponize from seem to seem to seem The mind from within the man Until a demon like me you find in him I weaponize the dream [Demon: breaks the fourth wall notices audience discomfort speaks directly to us] You prayed for peace I sharpened the fifth You begged for truth I plead the myth [Verse 5] Then you squint You tilt your heads, you whisper Is that a legal joke? Oh, how precious is your consternation at a lethal correlation I can only wonder in marvel with disdain What it's like to live a life with the humiliation of such an existence so plain Fine Just once more, let me explain Since the metaphor flew too fast for your fragile grasp. Sharpening the fifth isn't about your constitution It's music theory, darling. The fifth is harmony, stability I tuned it sharp, turned it into a tritone The devil's interval The sound of tension Of betrayal Of a soul that looms its doom in a padded room and ponders how darkness became its tomb You wanted a resolution I gave you my throne to reign You wanted soothing? Too sufficient was saturation? You wanted silence? I gave you a symphony of screams. I don’t soothe. I saturate. I don’t silence. I scream. I don’t whisper. In a weaponized dream. Are we caught up now? Can I mov— [Host again interrupts with a struggle to speak] [Host – barely audible, glitching in] I just wanted to be understood… [Demon – mocking, layered voice] Oh, once again he speaks. So then Cue the violins. Let’s all clap for the host— as he attempts again to make amends for sins through sins nonsense is this lens he’s found his sins and still blindly he offends [Outro] [Bell toll, reversed lullaby, ritual bass] Either way the coin flips— The heads get hunted. The tail spins and spirals, chasing itself, For my amusement, all the while. Even if I lose the wins, The scoreboard glitches, And the crowd forgets who played— Nothing’s changed. Failure implies a structured rule. And I don’t play by rules. There’s no golden fiddle. In the end YOU are the instrument of your contempt. I play the players. The board is not ‘my’ border. It’s yours in this quarter after fourth Penultimate the sixth—it’s sudden death. Remember the fifth. Stick a fork in this guy he’s done for. In this weaponized dream, The illusion of chance is all there i for you and your team. So cue the operatic sings of that fat wail And should I not prevail… Even in loss? It’s sudden death… And… I never fail
