(Intro: A hard, sequenced synth-bass pulses on a 16th note pattern. A heavy, methodical kick drum starts, one-two-three-four. The sound of a faulty electrical connection crackles.) (Verse 1) (Deliver this in a cold, robotic monotone, almost processed) Your voice... is a system. It drones in my ear. A code of compliance. (Speak this in a harsh, rhythmic whisper) A web... of fear. (Speak this line, drawn out, with digital distortion) This frequency you are broadcasting... It’s full of decay. (Shout this line, with sudden, raw anger) It pushes the real world away! (Chorus) (Shout these lines, full-force, in time with the kick drum) I don't want your data! I don't want your code! I need the impression! (Chant this part, sharp, rhythmic, and aggressive) This! Steel! Is! Real! This! Touch! I! Feel! (Verse 2) (Deliver this in the same cold, robotic monotone) You speak... of consensus. You talk of belief. It’s just an infection. (Speak this in a harsh, rhythmic whisper) A digital... thief. (Speak this line with contempt, as if analyzing) Your logic is fragile... It splinters and breaks. (Shout this line, as a final judgment) You offer me nothing but fakes! (Chorus) (Shout these lines, full-force, with desperation) I don't want your data! I don't want your code! I need the impression! (Chant this part, sharp, rhythmic, and aggressive) This! Steel! Is! Real! This! Touch! I! Feel! (Chorus) (Shout these lines again, pushing the voice harder) I don't want your data! I don't want your code! I need the impression! (Chant this part, sharp, rhythmic, and aggressive) This! Steel! Is! Real! This! Touch! I! Feel! (Bridge / Breakdown) (The kick drum and bass simplify. A low, distorted alarm sound rises in the mix.) (Chant this section, starting low and building in intensity to a shout) Power down the signal. Cut the wire clean. I trust in the engine. I trust the machine. I trust in the concrete. I trust in the pain. (Shout this line, as a command) Now flush the system! (Shout this line, as a release) Make it pure again! (Outro / Final Chorus) (The main beat slams back in, more distorted and faster.) (Shout these lines, pushing the voice to breaking point) I don't want your data! I don't want your code! I need the impression! (Chant this part, sharp, rhythmic, and aggressive) This! Steel! Is! Real! This! Touch! I! Feel! (Shout these lines as a final declaration) The touch is real! The steel is real! (End with a final, chanted, distorted whisper fading into static) (Whisper) No... more... code. No... more... code. (The sound of a circuit breaker tripping, followed by silence.)
