[Intro] [Mid-tempo heavy groove riff, atmospheric noise, slow build] [Spoken, calm, arrogant, close to mic] The city breathes. I hold the leash. [Verse 1] [Rhythmic mid-range bark, syncopated with heavy bass] Pristine white collar. Invisible stains. Twelve years of silence. Twelve years of chains. I feed the beast. I keep it tame. They praise the glory. I own the game. [Pre-Chorus] [Guitars open up, building tension, vocal becomes more intense] Look at the masters. Look at the kings. Dancing on wires. Pulling the strings. The wood is rotten. The paint is peeling. I feel the power. I hear the squealing. [Chorus] [Explosive but mid-tempo, heavy rhythmic shout, anthemic] I see the wires! You see the show! I am the shadow! You are the glow! Keep your crown! Keep your throne! I want the source! I claim my own! [Verse 2] [Return to groovy, rhythmic bark, slightly more aggressive] My hounds are loyal. They do not see. The city is sleeping. The city is free. They call me a servant. A gun for hire. But I am the match. I am the fire. [Bridge] [Music drops to minimal: just bass pulse and ticking percussion] [Spoken word, slow, menacing, rhythmic] It has a pulse. It has a will. It drinks the gold. It never fills. [Snare roll build-up, rising tension] And I... am the one... who collects the bill! [Chorus] [Maximum intensity, heavy rhythmic shout, wide guitars] I see the wires! You see the show! I am the shadow! You are the glow! Keep your crown! Keep your throne! I want the source! I claim my own! [Outro] [Heavy riff fades, atmospheric noise returns] [Spoken, calm, arrogant, fading out] The world is yours... [Pause, 1 beat] [Cynical, contemptuous laugh] Ha-ha... pathetic motherfuckers... [Spoken, quiet, disgusted] Blind as fuck. [Final heavy chord, abrupt silence]
