"The Devil's Nightmare (Apocalypse Blueprint)" [Intro - Spoken Interlude - Sam (female)] (The track opens with the sound of a distant, massive explosion and the heavy drone of the hurdy-gurdy. A slow, metallic ticking starts, like an engine cooling. Spoken dark, smooth, and triumphant.) When the sky finally catches fire and the neon empire starts to crumble, the devil is going to come up to the surface to collect his rent. He's going to march through the cities and tear down the mainland. But when he gets to the Texas coast, he’s going to stop. He’s going to look at the island, check his ledger, and tell his demons to turn around. Because hell might be burning the world... but Satan knows better than to knock on the mechanic's door. [Verse 1 - Matt (male)] (A massive, distorted 808 heartbeat drops in. The acoustic guitar grinds out a nasty, low-tuned delta blues riff. Matt’s voice is rough, arrogant, and coated in gravel.) The sky is turning black, the ashes falling down The reaper's doing business in the Babylon town He’s collecting all the souls of the greedy and the weak But he’s avoiding Galveston, he ain't taking a peek! He remembers how I tore up the floorboards in the pit He remembers I’m the one who didn't take a bit of shit! Satan got the memo, the restraining order stands He ain't risking heavy combat with the grease upon my hands! I got the E90 purring and the .380 clean And the devil is terrified of the runaway machine! [Pre-Chorus - Matt (male) & Sam (female)] (A blues organ swells with a heavy, ominous chord. The wailing harmonica cries like a warning siren.) (Matt - male) The mercury is spinning... (Sam - female) ...in counter-rotation! (Matt - male) I’m a heavy-duty hazard... (Sam - female) ...to the demon population! [Chorus - Matt (male) & Sam (female)] (Explosive, earth-shattering Southern rock-trap drop. The Viking war horn blasts, and the slide guitar screams a filthy, mechanical riff over a heavy kick drum.) (Matt - male) I’m the devil’s worst nightmare, sitting on the coast! (Sam - female) ...the undisputed king of the underworld ghosts! (Matt - male) They call me the Mouse, but they’re hiding in the dark! (Sam - female) ...'cause the Texas mechanic is leaving a mark! (Matt - male) Let the apocalypse roll, let the mainland fall apart! (Both) I got the heavy iron fortress and the heavy metal heart! Yeah, Lucifer is checking on his radar tonight— And keeping a thousand miles away from the fight! [Verse 2 - Matt (male)] (The beat strips back to a dirty, hydraulic swamp groove. The percussive banjo ticks like a bomb waiting to go off.) I’m standing on the porch with Jackie by my side Watching all the chaos on the heavy ocean tide The world is going crazy, but the island is a rock And the demons know they better not step onto the dock! I got the magnetic field spinning up a heavy shield And a decade of the trauma that I weaponized and healed They kicked me out of hell, they couldn't handle the weight Now they're watching from the ashes as I'm locking up the gate! If they want a second round, I got the engine all prepared But God is in the clouds laughing 'cause the devil is scared! [Pre-Chorus - Matt (male) & Sam (female)] (The hurdy-gurdy winds up to a dizzying, chaotic pitch.) (Matt - male) The iron is loaded... (Sam - female) ...the family is safe. (Matt - male) The monster in the floorboards... (Sam - female) ...is guarding the space! [Chorus - Matt (male) & Sam (female)] (Maximum volume. Turntable scratches chop up the war horn, blending hip-hop destruction with outlaw metal weight.) (Matt - male) I’m the devil’s worst nightmare, sitting on the coast! (Sam - female) ...the undisputed king of the underworld ghosts! (Matt - male) They call me the Mouse, but they’re hiding in the dark! (Sam - female) ...'cause the Texas mechanic is leaving a mark! (Matt - male) Let the apocalypse roll, let the mainland fall apart! (Both) I got the heavy iron fortress and the heavy metal heart! Yeah, Lucifer is checking on his radar tonight— And keeping a thousand miles away from the fight! [Bridge - Matt (male)] (The instruments drop completely out except for a single, low acoustic guitar string bending, and the sound of the ocean waves. Matt speaks directly into the mic, completely serious, with a low chuckle.) End of the world? Sounds like a mainland problem. We've got our own kingdom down here. [Outro - Sam (female) & Matt (male)] (The heavy, sludgy 808 beat crashes back in, slowing down to a crawl like a dying beast.) (Sam - female - singing smooth, haunting, and echoing) Hell is staying away... the Mouse holds the crown... (Matt - male - spoken, lighting a smoke) Checkmate, Lucy. (The sound of a heavy straight-six engine roaring over a massive clap of thunder, fading into absolute silence.)
