[INTRO] (Cold modular drones & metallic clanks — Distorted 432Hz hum) (Breathy, high-end Glam vocal floating over hard-panned delay) Gloss on my lips... Fangs in the dark... Welcome to the banquet, darling. [HOOK / CHORUS] (145 BPM Half-Time Stomp — Massive 808 & Clipped Kick Drop) (Powerful, Glossy & Melancholic Female Vocal) Walking dead in designer clothes, High on the high while the poison flows! Vampires high on a velvet throne, Zombies queue for a blood-red loan! Lip gloss shine on a pale cold face, Dancing away in a rotting place! [VERSE 1] (Snare cracks & Glitching hi-hat rolls — Sharp, fast Acid Rap Flow) Scroll through the void like a brain-dead ghoul, Bite on the bait, act late, play cool. Dracula smiles in a tailored suit, Draining your pulse for a digital loot. Diamond collar, but you're on a leash, Corpse in the club, dead heart on the beach. Acid drops in the crystal cup, Starve for a soul while you drink it up! [PRE-CHORUS] (Melancholic soaring vocal — Sweeping synth pads) They sold the promise of everlasting light... They just forgot to mention the infinite night. [HOOK / CHORUS] (Massive Drop — Full power, wide stereo layering) Walking dead in designer clothes, High on the high while the poison flows! Vampires high on a velvet throne, Zombies queue for a blood-red loan! Lip gloss shine on a pale cold face, Dancing away in a rotting place! [VERSE 2] (Saturated tape grit & Gated industrial reverb — Aggressive, spitting delivery) Haute couture for the fresh undead, Leeches at the top taking land and bread. Sold you the dream of the VIP floor, Now you're fetching blood at the master's door. One-forty-five and the machinery churns, Same fake smile while the kingdom burns. Halloween party where the static screams, Glitter on the fangs of your broken dreams! [BRIDGE] (Abrupt Dropout — Only cold modular drones & detuned monosynth snarls) (Fragile, melancholic, intimate voice) Silence in the crypt... The gloss dries cold... [OUTRO] (Hard-panned delays & Metallic clanks — Fading tape saturation) (Sarcastic, glossy whisper) Bite me. (Melancholic vocal soar fading into the noise) Dancing in designer clothes... until the static takes us.
