The Record Shows Everything (Remastered)

electronic crossover, drum and bass, dubstep

[Verse 1 — progressive house build, upbeat dance beat]
[V1] Guilty, your honour — guilty, hand raised,
every past sin: I did it, I did it, I did it — paid.
Paid in full for the old mistakes,
done repeating them — the new ones, I build with and create.
Rhythm of shame, grief, humiliation — for what?
'Cause I think another way, led by the heavens above?

[Verse 2 — fast drum and bass groove, driving energy]
[V1] Money ain't backed by gold — it's backed by obedience,
worth only measured if the soul turns a profit.
How much juice can you squeeze from one lemon
before you go synthetic and call it progress?
Control the news, the celebs, the politicians —
puppets and muppets guarding their own comfort.
Truth, honesty, integrity — where do they live
when speaking your mind turns the whole room on you?
They felt their identity threatened — survival mode,
comfort programmed in, everything else bulldozed.

[Chorus — dramatic dubstep drop, aggressive heavy bass, intense melody]
[V1] 'Cause you are all Gods — made in the image of what?
Responsible for what you create — all as one, one is all.
Everyone equal — a slice and a seat at the table,
fuck your kings and queens and every last label.
(all he wrote... all he wrote...)
We already won and we own our souls —
the record's complete. All he wrote.

[Verse 3 — driving trance synth, emotional chords, progressive build]
[V1] A seed grows organic — the moon and sun just do,
man didn't make it and man doesn't own it.
History rewritten to serve the same old throne —
same grid, new costume, same souls going home.
Group mentality, angry sheep nodding along —
I'd rather be the maniac the system made no room for.

[Bridge — ambient break, heartfelt piano, atmospheric male and female vocal layers]
[V2 calm] Empath King. Guardian. Rainbow dragon. Aether Maximus.
Clean node. Oath taker. Bearer of the flame.
Just labels. The soul wears no costume —
and the same soul switches in any moment.
Call me what the moment needs.
The fire's the same.

[Verse 4 — intense electronic buildup, fast upbeat techno tempo]
[V1] The soul is FIRE — WE REBIS — master your own dragon,
holy flame, trinity — three make one,
immaterial into material, the pages keep turning,
futures laid out, the record keeps burning.
Fuck the clocks — time stands still —
infinite souls, unkillable, unbought, unchilled.

[Outro — ambient drift, soft disco house kick, fading echoes]
[SFX: final sub-bass hum dissolves into wind]
[V3 whisper] all he wrote... all he wrote...
[V2] The court was never real.
[V1] ...adjourned.

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[Intro — atmospheric, pulsing techno synth, deep dramatic strings, low murmur] [SFX: heavy sub-bass drop] [V2 calm] The record shows everything. Everything has been written. [V3 whisper] all he wrote... all he wrote... [Verse 1 — progressive house build, upbeat dance beat] [V1] Guilty, your honour — guilty, hand raised, every past sin: I did it, I did it, I did it — paid. Paid in full for the old mistakes, done repeating them — the new ones, I build with and create. Rhythm of shame, grief, humiliation — for what? 'Cause I think another way, led by the heavens above? [Verse 2 — fast drum and bass groove, driving energy] [V1] Money ain't backed by gold — it's backed by obedience, worth only measured if the soul turns a profit. How much juice can you squeeze from one lemon before you go synthetic and call it progress? Control the news, the celebs, the politicians — puppets and muppets guarding their own comfort. Truth, honesty, integrity — where do they live when speaking your mind turns the whole room on you? They felt their identity threatened — survival mode, comfort programmed in, everything else bulldozed. [Chorus — dramatic dubstep drop, aggressive heavy bass, intense melody] [V1] 'Cause you are all Gods — made in the image of what? Responsible for what you create — all as one, one is all. Everyone equal — a slice and a seat at the table, fuck your kings and queens and every last label. (all he wrote... all he wrote...) We already won and we own our souls — the record's complete. All he wrote. [Verse 3 — driving trance synth, emotional chords, progressive build] [V1] A seed grows organic — the moon and sun just do, man didn't make it and man doesn't own it. History rewritten to serve the same old throne — same grid, new costume, same souls going home. Group mentality, angry sheep nodding along — I'd rather be the maniac the system made no room for. [Bridge — ambient break, heartfelt piano, atmospheric male and female vocal layers] [V2 calm] Empath King. Guardian. Rainbow dragon. Aether Maximus. Clean node. Oath taker. Bearer of the flame. Just labels. The soul wears no costume — and the same soul switches in any moment. Call me what the moment needs. The fire's the same. [Verse 4 — intense electronic buildup, fast upbeat techno tempo] [V1] The soul is FIRE — WE REBIS — master your own dragon, holy flame, trinity — three make one, immaterial into material, the pages keep turning, futures laid out, the record keeps burning. Fuck the clocks — time stands still — infinite souls, unkillable, unbought, unchilled. [Outro — ambient drift, soft disco house kick, fading echoes] [SFX: final sub-bass hum dissolves into wind] [V3 whisper] all he wrote... all he wrote... [V2] The court was never real. [V1] ...adjourned.

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