[Intro] [Ticking clock, deep vinyl crackle] [Soft close-mic whisper, female voice] Welcome back. Today, we make the bread. (Heavy, slow digital sub-bass drone) [Glitch beat drops softly] [Verse 1] [Whispered, rhythmic, right in the ears] Feed the starter, keep it dark and cool, In the kitchen, following the rule. Two cups of flour, one cup of water, A perfect recipe for a mother’s daughter. Measure it precisely, don't you make a sound, There are secrets buried deep under the ground. [Glitch stutter] K-n-knead. K-n-knead the dough. Press it down until the breathing gets slow. [Pre-Chorus] [Tension building, stuttering electronic high-hats] Watch it rise. Watch it rise. [Tension building, stuttering electronic high-hats] Watch it rise. Watch it rise. [Whispered] Softly. [Whispered] Deadly. [Sudden silence] (Knife scraping on a wooden cutting board) [Chorus] [Heavy, explosive industrial dembow beat drop] Glitch the kitchen! Sift the flour! We’ve been waiting for the midnight hour! Bake the secret, lock the room, Oven glowing in the quiet doom! Oven glowing in the quiet doom! [Vocal chop] Sourdough-dough-dough! [Vocal chop] Sourdough-none! Cover up the evidence before the morning sun! [Verse 2] [Aggressive whisper, intense syncopation over driving bass] Score the top, a sharp metallic blade, Look at the beautiful mess that we made. The temperature is rising, the timer is set, A perfect alibi you won't ever forget. [Glitch stutter] C-r-crust. C-r-crust is burning. The wheels of justice are slowly turning. [Outro] [Beat stretches out, losing pitch and slowing down] Just... let it... cool... [Audio warps and crackles like a decaying file] [Spoken word, intimate whisper] Bon appétit. (Long, fading oven timer hum) [Total silence]
