The Madness Is My Style

[VERSE 1 – THE FLICKER] The tower hums like a creature asleep, And the wires in the walls start to crawl and creep. I’ve patched the antenna with bones and tape, So the truth can’t wriggle out, and the lies can’t escape. The signal is thinning, the night is wide— But I’ve got one more sermon before the static eats the sky. [PRE-CHORUS] If you hear this, don’t adjust the dial— The distortion is intentional, the madness is my style. [CHORUS – THE LAST TRANSMISSION] So gather ’round the glow of the trembling screen, Where the shadows flicker in a sickly green. If the world falls over, let it fall in rhyme— You’re tuned to Oblivion… for the very last time. And if the truth breaks through, just cover your ears— I’ve spent a lifetime perfecting your fears. [VERSE 2 – THE CONFESSION] I never meant to build an empire of ghosts, But the gullible are generous, and I love good hosts. I whispered a rumor, it grew legs and ran— Now it’s teaching the children my master plan. I’m not a prophet, I’m a parasite— But I’ve learned to glow convincingly in the dead of night. [PRE-CHORUS] If you feel the floor tilting, don’t try to stand— Just sway with the rhythm of my trembling hand. [CHORUS – THE LAST TRANSMISSION] So gather ’round the glow of the trembling screen, Where the shadows flicker in a sickly green. If the world falls over, let it fall in rhyme— You’re tuned to Oblivion… for the very last time. And if the truth breaks through, just cover your ears— I’ve spent a lifetime perfecting your fears. [BRIDGE – THE LOOP] The broadcast stutters, the tape rewinds, The same old slogans eating through your minds. But somewhere beneath the hiss and roar, A tiny voice whispers, “You’re worth much more.” I crush it quickly, with a laugh and a grin— Can’t have you waking up before the credits roll in. [FINAL CHORUS – FADE TO STATIC] So swallow the signal, let it settle inside, Let the glow in your skull be your faithful guide. If the world goes dark, don’t open your eyes— The truth is a monster in a cheap disguise. And as the static rises, devouring the line— This is Doctor Oblivion… signing off for the last time. [OUTRO – THE PERFECT MIX] Before the tower dies and the frequency dries, Remember my recipe: the perfect mix of truth and lies. A pinch of wonder, a spark of dread— Enough to haunt the living and resurrect the dead. So if you hear echoes in the wires tonight, It’s just my voice… clinging to the light.