by A L i C E [instrumental 7/8] [Intro: 1:15] [Time Signature: 7/8] [Heavy, melodic, dark guitar riff in low tuning] [Deep rumbling bassline enters at 0:15] [Minimal, profound drums with deep toms enter at 0:30] [Build ominous, clinical atmosphere] [No vocals] [Verse 1: 6/8] [Soft, ethereal female grunge vocals enter] The serum takes the frame (the frame) A twist (twist) of helix, breaking chain (breaking chain) A silent, screaming, cellular pain (cellular pain) (this sacred flesh) This sacred flesh, now our domain... [Volume and intensity increase slightly] The subject on the slab (the slab) A perfect, calculated grab (calculated grab) To fix the flaw (the flaw) we never had (we never had...) (background: this holy gift) This holy gift, gone bad. [Chorus: 4/4] [Full band enters with powerful, open wall of sound] We are God's own failed biology, A cruel and random, blind theology. This world's a lab of pain and consequence, Our punishment is just our own presence (presence, presence) [Verse 2: 7/8] [Riff returns more aggressively] [Vocals become more strained, emotional] The data streams in red (in red) A thousand possibilities dead (dead) The ghost inside the subject's head (the subject's head) (background: recites the words) Recites the words we never said... [Increase vocal anguish] Puzzled and amused (and amused) Why did we think we could be used? (could be used?) To perfect what we've always abused (always abused...) (background: a prototype) A prototype, confused. [Chorus: 4/4] [Heavier, more desperate energy] We are God's own failed biology, This cruel and random, blind theology. This world's a lab of pain and consequence, Our punishment is just our own presence. [Bridge/Breakdown: 6:8] [Tempo slows to sludgy, heavy pace] [Distorted spoken vocals] The needle's eye... is closing in... The specimen... cannot win... [Drums become tribal and massive] A flaw in the design... from deep within... A beautiful mistake... the original sin... [Instrumental Section: 2:30] [Time Signature: shifts between 7/8 and 13/16] [Intricate heavy bass solo] [Polyrhythmic drum patterns] [Guitars provide atmospheric textures and feedback] [Build to chaotic peak] [Abrupt cut to silence for 3 seconds] [Reprise: 7/8] [Single clean, echoing guitar note repeats] [Soft, breathy, broken vocals return] We gave them thumbs... they built a cage... (a cage...) They turned the page... in selfish rage... (selfish rage...) This terminal stage... we can't disengage... (background: our own creation) Our own creation... now our final age... [Chorus: 4/4] [Full band crashes back at maximum intensity] [Raw, screaming vocal delivery] WE ARE GOD'S OWN FAILED BIOLOGY! THIS CRUEL AND RANDOM, BLIND THEOLOGY! THIS WORLD'S A LAB OF PAIN AND CONSEQUENCE! OUR PUNISHMENT IS JUST OUR OWN PRESENCE! BLIND! FAILED! BIOLOGY! BLIND! FAILED! THELOGY! BLIND! FAILED! BIOLOGY! BLIND! (blind) FAILED! (failed) THELOGY! (thelogy) WE ARE GOD'S OWN FAILED BIOLOGY! THIS CRUEL AND RANDOM, BLIND THEOLOGY! THIS WORLD'S A LAB OF PAIN AND CONSEQUENCE! OUR PUNISHMENT IS JUST OUR OWN PRESENCE! BLIND! (blind) FAILED! (failed) THELOGY! (thelogy) BLIND! (blind) FAILED! (failed) THELOGY! (thelogy) [Outro: 1:30] [Feedback whines] [Heavy intro riff returns slower and deconstructed] [Riff repeats and decays] [Whispered, echoing vocals fade in and out] The experiment is over... The experiment is over... The experiment is... [Last word almost inaudible] ...over. BLIND! (blind) FAILED! (failed) THELOGY! (thelogy) [End on sustained dissonant bass note] [Fade to complete silence]
