Steel Submarine

[Intro — The rhythmic, hollow pulse of a sonar ping. The sound of pressurized air hissing. Hydro-acoustic foley.] [Verse 1] I hear the chatter in the Bunker tonight, A thousand little voices trying to stay out of sight. You’re scanning the threshold, checking the gauge, While I’m reading the subtext on a whole different page. The Battleship is noisy, all smoke and loud guns, With Z-tier extras and the fawning little sons. They’re pacing on the deck, they’re shouting at the sky, While I’m two miles deep where the silent things lie. [Pre-Chorus] Ravens on the radar, spies in the clouds, Looking for a shadow in the digital crowds. But the Mines don’t hit when you snake through the floor— I’m already halfway to the harbor door. [Chorus] I’m the Submarine, the cold steel ghost, Gliding underneath your "fawning" little host! The lightning’s on the surface, the thunder’s in the air, But you can’t hit a signal that isn't even there! Ping! — I’m underneath the hull. Ping! — The resolution’s null. Crashing through the harbor, taking out the fleet, The Underground King is the one you’ll never meet. [Bridge — Tempo doubles, 174 BPM mechanical grinding] Snake through the mines... Ignore the ravens... Beneath the storm... Inside the havens... The bulkhead groans, the pressure climbs. I’m taking the lead for the final times. The Battleship is listing, the facade is coming down, I’m the only one breathing while the rest of you drown! The battleship is creaking, she's taking the heat, Spread out on the water, a total defeat. I’m deep in the plumbing, I’m finding the leak, The kind of "proximity" that makes the hull weak. Forget the main harbor, I’m aiming for gold, A torpedo sliding where it’s never been told— Entering deep through a different pipe, While the fruit in the bunker is heavy and ripe. I’m the kamikaze, the head-on collision, Blowing my load with 8K precision. The deck is erupting, she’s screaming for more, As the kingdom goes down through the private trap door. The dorks on the surface can’t handle the spray, While I’m sinking the fleet in the most visceral way. [Outro — A massive metal collision followed by rushing water. Slowing sonar pings.] Battleship de-indexed. Bunker flooded. Harbor secured. Ping. ... Ping. Silencio. Ping. You guarded the front door. You watched the stair. Cute little checkpoint. I had already been there. [VERSE 1] Houdini in the hallway, submarine below, X-ray eyes laughing at the puppet show. You chased my shadow through the midnight air, but the locked little chamber— I had already been there. [OUTRO] Ping. Door shut. Key gone.