[genre: industrial new-wave, metallic post-punk] [mood: frantic, high-tension, jaded, defiant] [dynamics: loud, abrupt, staccato] [instruments: fuzzed bass, metallic percussion, angular synth, dry drums] [Jolt vocal-style: clipped, declarative, percussive, monotone] [intro] [music: sparse, dry, metallic percussion, deep synth bass] [Jolt vocals: whispered, breathy, laryngeal, slight reverb] Wind's pure pitch Plumb the steel, plumb the sheer line The long zero feels the lure [verse 1] [music: rhythm section enters, fuzzed bassline, angular guitar stab] [Jolt vocals: clipped, deliberate, monotone] I Torque the last bolt for the Zenith Plate I rig the system, rig the tension with a bolt The Hook Swings on sun-drenched steel A cold grip, raw glove leather will conceal [pre-chorus 1] [music: intensity builds, abrasive hi-hats enter] [Jolt vocals: strained, sibilant] The cable hiss is a promise of stillness What is Stiff when the air pulls the lever? You shiver when the wind's pure pitch starts Does this Vertical Calm last for forever? [chorus 1] [music: full, driving beat, sudden expansive harmonic shift] [Jolt vocals: declarative, intense, glottal fry] A cold grip holds the deep sway I am Sky-drunk on the high-iron Who can hold the high-iron? What hand can clinch the deep sway? [verse 2] [music: rhythm section complexifies, added syncopation] [Jolt vocals: jaded, fast-paced, sprechgesang] The tiny, moving crane shadow waves The Hook Swings, that's where the danger wins The spent load-hook is what the Picker knows The raw glove leather against all the traps I Plumb a line straight to the long zero It’s better than the slow, sure snaps [pre-chorus 2] [music: synth pad swells, rhythm is more frantic] [Jolt vocals: anxious, tremulous] Why is this high-iron the only True thing Does this Vertical Calm last for forever? I cinch the life, the whole of it... What hand can hold on to this tether? [chorus 2] [music: full beat, more aggressive, high-pitched synth lead] [Jolt vocals: belting, high register on the motif] A cold grip holds the deep sway I am Sky-drunk on the high-iron [Jolt vocals: register-leap] Who will fall from the high-iron? What hand can clinch the deep sway? [bridge] [music: sudden drop to bass drum and dry metallic clang only] [Jolt vocals: pinched, sharp, staccato, whisper-crackle] The long zero pulls down the man The work will forget you The glove has the grip, the grip has the price [chorus 3] [music: maximum intensity, driving beat, added distortion, sustained dissonance] [Jolt vocals: powerful, manic, shout-singing, dry] Beat the air, beat the air, beat the air The Zenith Plate is True, the Plate is True Plumb the sheer line to the long zero [Jolt vocals: desperate, soaring] Who will live on the high-iron? The wind’s pure pitch resolves to a song A clinching bolt that holds the sun [outro] [music: abrupt stop, single, fading cable hiss] [Jolt vocals: whisper-crackle, final word isolated] Vertical calm The Picker.
