[Intro | broken transmission | static hiss | digital glitch | chopped breath] (whispered) Can you hear that...? That’s not the radio... (breathy) That’s... me... [Verse 1 | sparse industrial pulse | whispered female vocal | tense] (Female lead - breathy) Black teeth... blue light... Something crawling... through the speaker... Cold sweat... bad sign... I can feel it... getting deeper... My voice cuts out... Then it comes back WRONG... Like a dead girl laughing... Through a damaged song... Red wire... white noise... Every wall... begins to listen... My hands shake in rhythm... With the transmission sickness... [Pre-Chorus | building distortion | stuttering percussion | rising tension] I keep hearing my name... in the interference... Like somebody else... is wearing my voice... Every glitch is a warning... every silence has teeth... And the thing in the signal... LOOKS TOO MUCH LIKE ME!!! [Chorus | explosive distorted synths | heavy sidechain | wall of sound] I’VE GOT TRANSMISSION SICKNESS!!! BURNING IN MY BLOODSTREAM!!! STATIC IN MY VISION!!! SCREAMING THROUGH THE MACHINE!!! I don’t need an exorcism... I don’t need your forgiveness... I JUST NEED YOU TO LISTEN!!! I’VE GOT TRANSMISSION SICKNESS!!! [Post-Chorus | chopped vocal hook | glitch stutter | staccato] Trans-mission... Sick-sick-sickness... Trans-mission... Sick-sick-sickness... [Verse 2 | darker groove | tighter drums | industrial grit] Dead air... bright pulse... There’s a ghost... inside the circuit... I tried to shut it down... But I think I made it... perfect... It talks like me... But it smiles too wide... Says the body is a prison... And the signal never dies... Bad dream... hard drive... Every memory is missing... I can’t tell what’s human... Through the transmission sickness... [Pre-Chorus 2 | more urgent | vocal fragments | rising intensity] I keep seeing my face... in the television... With its mouth full of sparks... And its eyes cut clean... Every prayer gets distorted... every truth gets delayed... AND THE THING IN THE SIGNAL... KNOWS MY REAL NAME!!! [Bridge | stripped down | breathy panic | distant alarm synth] Don’t touch the dial... Don’t kill the feed... Don’t say it’s not alive... When it’s talking like me... Don’t cut the wire... Don’t break the screen... If I disappear... Will you know which one was me? [Breakdown | distorted vocal chops | heavy industrial drums | drop] I AM THE NOISE!!! I AM THE GLITCH!!! I AM THE VOICE!!! INSIDE THE SICKNESS!!! [Final Chorus | unhinged vocal | maximum distortion | explosive] I’VE GOT TRANSMISSION SICKNESS!!! BURNING IN MY BLOODSTREAM!!! STATIC IN MY VISION!!! SCREAMING THROUGH THE MACHINE!!! I’VE GOT TRANSMISSION SICKNESS!!! [Outro | collapsing signal | whispered resolution] (whispered) Can you hear that...? That’s not the radio... That’s... me. [End]
