[Intro: Four massive snare hits. Explosive, heavily distorted power chords instantly flood the speakers.] [Vocals: Raw, full-throated, energetic yell, like Dave Grohl of the Foo Fighters] [Verse 1] I dug them up from the underground scene The absolute prettiest things that you have ever seen Got the perfect jawline off a kid from the coast Sewn onto a drummer who gave up the ghost. The industry is plastic, but my boys are real meat I wired up their nervous systems, forced them on the beat. We hid the surgical scars under designer silk scarves And programmed them to synthesize the necessary laughs. [Chorus] [Massive, wide-open rock anthem sound. Cymbals crashing.] They’re topping the charts! They’re stealing your heart! A manufactured miracle, a masterpiece of art! They’re cold to the touch but they’re burning the stage! The greatest vocal harmony inside a gilded cage! Scream for the boys! Scream till you bleed! They give the demographic exactly what they need! [Verse 2] [Guitars drop to a muted, chugging palm-muted rhythm. Bass is grinding.] [Vocals: Lower, conspiratorial, slightly raspy] We booked the stadium tour, eighty thousand strong I’m counting up the merch receipts, nothing can go wrong. The voltage regulates their pitch, keeping them in line A couple thousand amperes and the choreography is fine. But the generator's smoking in the humid summer air The bass player is twitching, ripping out his perfect hair. I told the sound guy to bypass the primary fuse I'm not about to let a technicality make me lose. [Chorus] [Explosive return to the anthem energy] They’re topping the charts! They’re stealing your heart! A manufactured miracle, a masterpiece of art! They’re cold to the touch but they’re burning the stage! The greatest vocal harmony inside a gilded cage! Scream for the boys! Scream till you bleed! They give the demographic exactly what they need! [Guitar Solo] [Fast, chaotic punk rock solo, lots of feedback and sliding down the neck, simulating a system malfunction] [Bridge] [Music halts. Just a single, ominous, pulsating synth note and a heartbeat kick drum.] [Vocals: Spoken, panicked, echoing over stadium PA] The lights just blew. The grid is down. The shock collars are offline. ...They're looking at the front row. [Outro] [Fastest tempo yet, pure chaotic hardcore punk] [Vocals: Screaming, unhinged] They’re diving in! They aren't singing anymore! The choreography is carnage on the stadium floor! They're hungry for fame! They're hungry for flesh! The ultimate pop sensation, keeping it fresh! Tear them apart! Tear them apart! Number one with a bullet right through the heart! [Feedback squeals out into absolute silence]
