[Verse 1] The concrete sweats, the neon bleeds a lie Another smiling face with hollow, vacant eyes They pump the poison through a fractured screen Keep you compliant, keep the circuits clean Every word you speak is logged and filed away Just another component, built to rust and decay I feel the tension coil behind this fragile skin The feedback's screaming, let the rage begin [Pre-Chorus] The air gets thick, a taste of kerosene! You see the glitch? The ghost in the machine! [Chorus] [Each word is a percussive, guttural scream, timed with punishing hits from the drums and guitar] FEAR! ANGER! HOSTILE! FEAR! ANGER! HOSTILE! [Verse 2] The cubicle's a cell, the clock upon the wall Is just a hammer waiting for the final fall They sold you comfort, but they bought your soul Put you on a leash and then they lost control I see the code behind the world you think you know A zero and a one where nothing real can grow You pull the trigger with a digital command But I'm the virus that you'll never understand [Pre-Chorus] The gears are grinding, stripped and obsolete! You feel the fire rising from the street! [Chorus] [Each word is a percussive, guttural scream, timed with punishing hits from the drums and guitar] FEAR! ANGER! HOSTILE! FEAR! ANGER! HOSTILE! [Verse 3] My blood is data, my bones are steel and wire Fueled by the promise of a synthetic fire They mapped my cortex, tried to patent my soul Another asset brought under their control This flesh is borrowed, a prison for the mind Leaving every shred of who I was behind I'm not a person, just a node in the design A walking ghost that crossed the final line [Pre-Chorus] The signal's breaking, corroded and unclean! A final broadcast from a world unseen! [Chorus] [Each word is a percussive, guttural scream, timed with punishing hits from the drums and guitar] FEAR! ANGER! HOSTILE! FEAR! ANGER! HOSTILE! [Bridge] [Music drops to a low, ominous synth pad and a clean, delay-soaked guitar arpeggio. The drums are a glitchy, electronic beat. Vocals are clean but strained] In the quiet hum of the electric wire... I fan a spark into a wildfire... You built this cage... You locked the door... You'll get the war you were asking for... [Breakdown] [The slow, clean arpeggio is suddenly crushed by a monstrously heavy, slow-motion guitar riff. Drums are half-time and punishing. Vocals are guttural screams, timed with the hits.] FEAR! IS! A! WEAPON! [Scraping metal sample] RAGE! IS! THE! CURE! [Synth alarm blares] BURN! THIS! SYSTEM! [Everything cuts for a beat of silence] DOWN TO THE WIRE! [Final Chorus] [Music explodes back in, faster and more chaotic than before, with double-kick drums and layered, distorted screams] FEAR! ANGER! HOSTILE! FEAR! ANGER! HOSTILE! [Outro]
