(Feedback squeal peaks at 120dB—harsh, pure-tone frequency sweeping from 8kHz to 15kHz) (Sudden, massive blast of distorted white noise and crushing sub-bass rumble) Beneath the heavy kingdoms soil, the moving coffin stirs— Gothic modern reality reawakens as the lid gives way, A stern-faced wicked séance calling demons from the dust, While goblins weave through nightmarish medieval tricks and crafts. (Metallic scraping sound—contact mic dragged across sheet metal) (Rhythmic tape-loop stutter: DIE-DIE-DIE-DIE) Mortified society cringes at its ludicrous strick harden rules, Exposed by the evasive bohemian painter wielding palettes of hues and truths; Incoherent hieroglyphics loud voices swell into dramatic monologues spit, Spilling bilge from a minds drowning in psychic delirium hell. (Noise gate chops violently—16th-note stutter of pure silence and maximum distortion) (Vocal mic feedback howling into heavy digital pitch-shifter) Circuits bleed in dark transmissions wireless feeds the flesh, Volts of neon static burning through the sacred followers phones, Echoes reflections of the iron altar below, resonance of broken bones, Choking on the frequency of confessed shadows made of stone. (Wall-of-noise collapse—fuzz pedal gain cranked to maximum, analogue synthesizer resonance self-oscillating) The bohemian spirit sneers and smiles at the bourgeois errant ways, Mixing grotesque pride with serious new-age poems rhyming languages. A supernatural clandestine obsessions lingering in the joyful madness, Bridging intense concentration with the joy of memories of a frankenstein experiment. IT"S ALIVE ITS ALIVE!!! (Glitch burst—sudden drop into raw, unprocessed throat-screaming) Morbidity becomes a proud careful cultural theory, Translating reds and greens into canonical abusing secrets. The Sandman black eyes sifts through literary sand, Unearthing grunting horrors, castrations, and strange etymological roots knives. (Layered feedback loops folding into a dense, impenetrable wall of sound) (Vocalist crashing a metal spring into an amplified trash can) Abyssal demons devil's frequencies decay, the signal turns to rust, Silicon and shattered spirit grinding into candlelight's dust, No human voice remains to claim the silence left behind, Only the eternal feedback humming in the twisting questioning minds. QUESTIONING MINDS! QUESTIONING MINDS! QUESTIONING MINDSSSSSSS!!! (Final explosive burst of tape hiss and overdriven distortion) (Abrupt plug-pull silence)
