[Title: Numbers Station] [Intro – shortwave radio static, eerie synth tones, no drums] [Spoken word – filtered radio voice, monotone] Seven. Four. Nine. Two. Seven. Four. Nine. Two. [Instrumental – dissonant riff crashes in, slow and heavy, pounding toms] [Verse 1 – blood curdling screams] Every night at the same hour I kneel down and read my code A string of wants and apologies To a receiver I don't know I was taught that someone's listening With a pencil and a key Turning all my broken numbers Into something I can't see [Pre-Chorus – mournful clean vocals, eerie tremolo guitar] Is this frequency still open Or am I talking to the air [Chorus – soaring clean vocals, harmonies, full band] I keep broadcasting Into the static, into the dark The same four numbers Written on the inside of my heart If there's a key, then let me hear it If there's a voice, then let it through I keep broadcasting Hoping it reaches you [Instrumental – harmonized minor-key guitar lead, radio static swells, double bass] [Verse 2 – blood curdling screams, then clean vocals] My father prayed on the same floor Wore the carpet thin with knees He never told me what he asked for Only that he still believes (Clean) And I've been waiting on the thunder (Clean) On a burning bush, a sign (Screamed) But maybe answers sound like people Maybe the answer was the hand That pulled me up a hundred times! [Pre-Chorus – mournful clean vocals] Is this frequency still open Or am I talking to the air [Chorus – soaring clean vocals, screams underneath] I keep broadcasting Into the static, into the dark The same four numbers Written on the inside of my heart If there's a key, then let me hear it If there's a voice, then let it through I keep broadcasting Hoping it reaches you [Instrumental – slow grinding riff, static builds, tension rising] [Blood curdling scream] GET IN THE FUCKING PIT! [Breakdown – long, crushing, syncopated drop-tuned chugs, pounding double bass] [Blood curdling scream] IS ANYBODY ON THIS LINE? [Gang vocals] WE HEAR YOU! WE HEAR YOU! [Chugs continue, dramatic pauses] [Blood curdling scream] IS ANYBODY ON THIS LINE? [Gang vocals] WE HEAR YOU! [Breakdown drops even heavier – half-half-time, dissonant synth drone, radio static] [Bridge – band cuts out, static and soft synth, fragile clean vocals] Maybe faith was never hearing Maybe faith is how I send Every night the same four numbers Till the static feels like friends [Spoken word – filtered radio voice] Seven. Four. Nine. Two. [Build – snare rolls, guitars swell, static rising] [Final Chorus – massive soaring clean vocals, harmonies, screams underneath] I'll keep broadcasting Into the static, into the dark Even if you never answer You're the reason that I started If there's a key, then I don't need it If there's a voice, I'll wait it through I'll keep broadcasting Every word is meant for you [Outro – band fades, shortwave static returns] [End – filtered voice fades into static, then silence]
