Primary Intake: Shaft of Doom!

[vocals: Male lead, clipped spy-thriller phrasing; rises into full-throat chorus] [background-vocals: Tight “hey!” responses in choruses] [vocal-style: dramatic, slightly sardonic, urgent] [intro: staccato spy riff with bongos; theremin glides above a low machine drone] Hey— Boots on the grating, pocket watch light, A needle jumps hard when the fans bite. [verse: sneaky, syncopated lines; industrial detail] I slip past the rail where the hot air breathes, Tool roll tight, and my cuffs on my sleeves. A green lamp flicks like a nervous eye, Torque on the shaft and the bearings cry. Panel says “NORMAL” — I don’t buy that lie, Someone “fixed” the numbers so the system can die. [chorus: big, hooky serial tagline; gang responses] Primary Intake! (Hey!) pulling me down to the floor, Shaft of Doom! (Hey!) turning that giant door. Primary Intake! (Hey!) one wrong move and it’s over— I’m cutting through the noise tonight, Before the whole place rolls under. [verse: mission escalates; antagonist presence] A clipboard girl on the catwalk freezes, Her lipstick grin says, “Do as it pleases.” He’s centered in the steam like a poster man, Hands clean, calm… like he drew the plan. He taps his ring on the casing twice, And every gauge swings cold as ice. [chorus: repeat with extra pressure] Primary Intake! (Hey!) pulling me down to the floor, Shaft of Doom! (Hey!) turning that giant door. Primary Intake! (Hey!) one wrong move and it’s over— I’m cutting through the noise tonight, Before the whole place rolls under. [break: percussive drop; metal impacts and warning-beep motif] Oh! Oh— Clank—clank— (hold it steady) [bridge: spoken countdown + disarm moment; spy tension] [spoken-word: tight, close-mic delivery over ticking percussion] Ten… nine… That’s not a fuse— it’s a looped relay line. Eight… seven… Cut the feed, leave the ground, don’t get clever. Six… five… My fingers slip, but I keep it alive. Four… three… He leans in like he wants to see. Two— (Hey!) One— [chorus: explosive final; victory with danger still present] Primary Intake! (Hey!) I break the pull with my hands, Shaft of Doom! (Hey!) stalls like it can’t withstand. Primary Intake! (Hey!) your pretty trap is undone— You can keep your silent smile, ’Cause my mission’s still not done. [outro: spy riff returns; theremin fades over slowing machinery] Hey… Warning lamp fades to a dull orange glow, I walk out steady while the big fans slow.