[Subdued digital glitch loop, clean chorus guitar, ticking clock sample] [Verse 1 - Rapid low-register rap cadence, quiet intensity] Static on the channel. Dial won't quit. Clock hand moving with an offbeat hit. Flickering optic. Twenty thoughts wide. Nowhere left to tuck inside. Echo in the temple. Copper bell ring. Tryna trace the outline of a phantom sting. Doors slam open on a windy gray hall. Names etched deep in the plaster of the wall. [Acapella whisper building to raw scream] [Pre-Chorus] Can you hear the current hum? Underneath the skin where the tremors come? Ticking down on a broken gauge. Rattling the hinges of an iron cage. [Wall of sound distortion, double-kick drums, guttural soaring vocal] [Chorus] Downpour crashing in a crowded skull! Static pulling till the senses dull! Try to steer the wheel when the compass spins! Tell me where the weather ends and where it begins! Mind storm! Ripping through the center of me! Mind storm! [Sputtering turntable scratch, solo downtuned guitar chug] [Verse 2 - Fast syncopated flow, breathless delivery, abrupt line breaks] Synapse misfire. Signal crossed up. Drinking dirty water from a rusted steel cup. Every conversation from a year ago rewinds. Stitched onto the fabric of the shuttered up blinds. No silence left in the marrow of the bone. Cables in the drywall buzz on their own. Catch a breath. Room grows thin. Losing all track of where I should have been. [Driving beat, vocal tension rising with harsh rasp] [Pre-Chorus] Can you hear the current hum? Underneath the skin where the tremors come? Ticking down on a broken gauge. Rattling the hinges of an iron cage. [Huge wall of guitars, distorted vocal harmony, crashing cymbals] [Chorus] Downpour crashing in a crowded skull! Static pulling till the senses dull! Try to steer the wheel when the compass spins! Tell me where the weather ends and where it begins! Mind storm! Ripping through the center of me! Mind storm! [Slow crushing half-time breakdown, heavy syncopated groove] [Bridge - Clean spoken cadence to feral scream] Shut it down. Just shut it down. Too many voices in an empty town. (Shut it down!) Pressure rises from the cellar floor! (Shut it down!) I can't hold the lock on the bulkhead door! I CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE! [Maximum intensity, raw overdriven vocals, soaring upper register] [Chorus] Downpour crashing in a crowded skull! Static pulling till the senses dull! Try to steer the wheel when the compass spins! Tell me where the weather ends and where it begins! Mind storm! Ripping through the center of me! Mind storm! [Sparse electronic clicks, muted guitar arpeggio, fading whisper] [Outro] Barometer drops. Clouds roll tight. No truce in the gray daylight. Mind storm. [Sudden Cut]
