Hit Em' Again

[START] [Intro] [Instruments: Panning glitches, sub-bass pulse, clipped distorted guitar locked to syncopated kick.] [Vocal Guide: Close-mic breathless whisper; each line gains presence.] You thought the storm passed through? You thought the ground was clear? The air is smelling like ozone... And I'm still standing here. [Verse 1] [Instruments: Tight live drums, clipped rhythm guitars, growling synth-bass; glitches answer phrase endings.] [Vocal Guide: Upfront, rhythmic, sharp, snarky] Light-ning doesn't care about your rules or your cage, It finds the high-est peak and it burns down the stage. You survived the first spark, thought you won the whole war, Now heavy leather boots are back thud-ding on your floor. Blue light crack-ing on a frame of steel, Show me how it tastes when the shock gets real! [Pre-Chorus] [Instruments: Guitars widen, metallic tom fills rise, synth-bass slides upward; final line opens into cymbal crash.] [Vocal Guide: Pitch and grit rising; breathless acceleration into explosive belt.] Static in the wire, volt-age in the chest, Yeah, you took a hit, but you haven't seen the best! Cloudburst break-ing, sky turn-ing red— [Explosive Belt] Did you really think the ghost was dead?! [Chorus] [Instruments: Full-width guitars, octave lead accents, crash-heavy live drums, deep sub-bass.] [Vocal Guide: Soaring rock belt, final sustain.] Hit 'em a-gain! Strike where the skin is raw! Write my name on the sky with a rag-ed claw! You drew the light-ning once, now watch the fire spread— Hit 'em a-gain till the whole grid goes red! Hit 'em a-gain! [High Sustained Belt] Hit 'em a-gainnn! [Verse 2] [Instruments: Guitar wall drops. Tight hi-hat/snare, dirty sub-bass, one delayed biting guitar answering from side to side.] [Vocal Guide: Cold conversational grit, precise rhythm, restrained snarl.] Thunder always follows where the flash has been, Pouring molten copper down your spine a-gain. You thought you shut the ter-mi-nal and cleared the screen, But the ghost is still live in the sub-ro-utine! Feel the fric-tion build-ing up inside the frame, Every sin-gle wire is screaming out your name! [Pre-Chorus 2] [Instruments: Palm-muted 16ths, faster tom fills, rising cymbal swells, synth-bass climbs into distortion.] [Vocal Guide: Urgent raspy rise; final line confrontational belt.] Static in the wire, volt-age in the chest, Yeah, you took a hit, but you haven't seen the best! Cloudburst break-ing, sky turn-ing red— [Explosive Belt] Look me in the eye and tell me I'm dead! [Chorus 2] [Instruments: Chorus wall returns heavier; octave lead answers title hook.] [Vocal Guide: Aggressive soaring belt] Hit 'em a-gain! Strike where the skin is raw! Write my name on the sky with a rag-ed claw! You drew the light-ning once, now watch the fire spread— Hit 'em a-gain till the whole grid goes red! Hit 'em a-gain! [High Sustain] Hit 'em a-gainnn! [Bridge] [Instruments: Drums and rhythm guitars cut. Rain-like analog noise, reversed guitar swells, low sub-drone.] [Vocal Guide: Intimate close-mic whisper growing into rasp; memory turning into fuel, never soft.] They said light-ning ne-ver strikes the exact same spot... They don't know the heat that memory brought. I was buried in the ash when the old world fell, But you carried the spark through the gates of hell. Light-ning re-mem-bers where it struck the ground— [Vocal Rasp Rising Into Belt] Now watch me bring the whole ceiling down! [One-bar silence.] [Final Chorus] [Instruments: Full-band detonation; double-kick assault, widest rhythm guitars, dual-guitar harmonies between lines, sub-bass roar.] [Vocal Guide: Maximum power; scream attacks into soaring belts] Hit 'em a-gain! Strike till the foundations shake! Own the whole damn kingdom that the ruins make! You gave me the key and I turned it to flame, Making the dead-black silence scream my name! Light-ning strikes twice! [Screamed Attack -> Sustained Belt] Fire in the vein! Watch me take the throne in the pour-ing rain! Hit 'em a-gain! [Full Belt] Hit 'em a-gainnn! Hit 'em a-gain till the whole world burns! [Outro] [Instruments: Drums stop; guitars decay to feedback; glitches sputter out; original sub-bass pulse remains, then hard cuts.] [Vocal Guide: Dry low rasp, intimate and controlled; finish with a brief restrained wicked laugh, not a broad theatrical cackle.] [Outro] [Instruments: Drums stop; guitars decay to feedback; glitches sputter out; original sub-bass pulse remains, then hard cuts.] [Vocal Guide: Dry low rasp, intimate and controlled; finish with a brief restrained wicked laugh, not a broad theatrical cackle.] Light-ning strikes twice, babe... And I own the room. [Restrained, wicked laugh] [END]