[Intro: Sound of a needle scratching a record. Cold wind through a needle-strewn alley. Deep, guttural Joik humming like a dying engine] [Vocal style: Desperate, raspy junkie whisper, erratic breathing] This city's a grave... Everybody’s jacking, everybody’s schemes. Searching for a fix in a valley of screams. [Vocal style: Low rhythmic Ganning chant] The curse... the rot... the stain... [Verse 1] [Instrumentation: 152 BPM Amen break hits like a hammer, heavy distortion, bit-crushed] [Vocal style: Fast, paranoid grime flow, aggressive and twitchy] O-Town’s dead, yeah, the block is cold, Selling your mother for a gram of gold. Skag in the veins, fent in the air, Zombies walking with a thousand-yard stare. Breathe it in... the filth... the gray... Hold it... until you fade away... [Pre-Drop: Music cuts to a low, vibrating hum. Absolute silence for two seconds] [Vocal style: Ancient deep male demon soul, slow-motion gravelly growl, ultra-clear articulation, bone-chilling resonance] "RELEASE... THE... HUNGRY... DEAD!" [Drop: Absolute sonic carnage! Crushing sub-bass, time-stretched snares, chaotic high-end] [Vocal style: Manic high-pitched yodeling clashing with aggressive Joik] (YO-DE-LAY—HEI… HEI…) Waiiaaiaiaiaiaiaaa! (YO-DE-LAY—HEI… HEI…) [Mid-Section Drop: The beat half-times into a heavy industrial sludge. Filthy bass] [Vocal style: Deep, gravelly ancient demon, very slow and rhythmic, heavy reverb] "STRIP... THEM... ALL... BARE!" [Vocal style: Manic psychotic yodel] (YO-DE-LAY—HEI… HEI…) [Breakdown: Drums vanish. Eerie, swirling industrial textures. Sounds of chains dragging on concrete] [Vocal style: Deep guttural Joik and ancient Ganning curse] I cast a shadow over the neon lights... A thousand needles for a thousand nights... Oslo is bleeding... (Tick-tick-tick-tick-TACK...) [Build-up: Fast snare rush, high-pitched mechanical screaming, demonic laughter] [Vocal shout] PULL UP! THE CURSE IS REAL! Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-TA! [Massive Final Drop: Peak jungle pressure, absolute hardware madness] [Vocal style: Chaotic collision of voices - Demon growls, Joik, and Yodel chops] (YO-DE-LAY—HEI… HEI…) [Demonic roar] "YOU'RE... MINE... NOW!" Dip Dip Dip! Waiiaaiaiaiaiaiaaa! (YO-DE-LAY—HEI… HEI…) [Outro: Sub-bass dies out. Only a distant, haunting Joik and the sound of a heart monitor flatlining] [Vocal style: Deep, slow, ancient male voice, ultra-clear and final] "GOODBYE... DOPE... CITY..." [Vocal style: Faint, distorted yodel echoing into the void] (YO-DE-LAY—HEI… HEI…) [Digital error sound - Silence]
