[Intro | Vinyl needle drop | Low room hum | Distant sub pressure | Fragmented breakbeat leaking through filters] [Turntable scratch | Tape drag] [Female whisper | Dry close mic] Bleach... [Hard record cut | Sub hit] [Verse 1 | Female British vocal | Low restrained delivery | Bristol trip-hop pocket | Sparse dirty breakbeat] Don't mind the The red on the floor. [Beat cuts] Don't scream. I'm sure people heard it all before. [Low sub enters | Vinyl crackle widens] No one is coming to help. Just you and me and some bleach. [Muted breakbeat | Bass pulse] Bleach cleaner. Kills everything that's attacking me. [Chopped Amen fragments begin underneath] All the smells, all the germs that could make me see my body from above. [Turntable chirp | Bass bends downward] Bleach everything. Bleach, everything. [BACKSPIN] [DnB break flashes through | Heavy sub drop | Immediate half-time return] [Verse 2 | Female vocal | Detached | Black-and-white emotional tone | Trip-hop beat with buried jungle percussion] I don't mind. Everything is black and white. I don't care if there's no gray color there. [Transformer scratch between phrases] I don't mind if televisions and pictures go back to 1920, when it was black and white. [Breakbeat fragments become more agitated] Color kills my soul. Everyone else has a hole in their soul. [Beat abruptly drops] Just don't blame me. [Silence] [Needle scratch] [Chorus | Female vocal | Obsessive | Stronger delivery | Massive Bristol sub | Half-time beat over rolling DnB undercurrent] Bleach cleaner. Kills everything that's attacking me. [SUB DROP | Amen break erupts underneath] All the smells, all the germs that could make me see my body from above. [Turntable cuts answer vocal] Bleach everything. Bleach, everything. [Transformer scratch] Bleach everything. Bleach, everything. [DROP | 172 BPM DnB BREAKOUT | Chopped Amen | Dub sub-bass | Turntablism | Beat juggling | Backspins | Wobbling bass pressure] [Instrumental | DnB drums fight against half-time trip-hop pulse | Aggressive record cuts | Tape stop] [Hard cut back to half-time] [Verse 3 | Female vocal | Very close | Emotion beginning to fracture | Sparse sub and damaged breakbeat] It can clean the red on the floor, clean the mess you leave behind. [Muted kick | Guitarless industrial scrape] It can leave you a dirty mess that you left me with. [Vinyl loop begins repeating underneath] The only thing it can't clean is the thing that's been inside of me. [Sub pulse becomes heartbeat-like] The only thing that it can't clean— there's that one thing inside of me. [Everything strips away except sub pulse] That's pumping blood to me. [Pause] It's my heart. [Turntable stops dead] My heart. [Long pause | Bare room tone] It can't clean. [Silence] [OUTRO | Needle drops back into groove | Very low sub | Fragmented DnB break slowly reappears] [Chopped vocal sample | Female voice] Bleach... [Scratch cut] everything... [Deep sub impact | Tape machine slows | Vinyl runout]
