[INTRO — FACTORY FLOOR] [FX: Heavy machinery / chains dragging / distant feedback] [MALE — low spoken baritone] Kill the lights. [CLICK] Lock the doors. [CLANG] Turn that pretty little red line... [Machine begins accelerating] ...all the way up. [DISTORTED GUITAR SLAM] [MALE] WAKE THE ANIMAL! [VERSE 1] Black boots walking through a gasoline rain, Bad intentions running loose in my brain. Got nine lives hanging from a rusted chain, Every damn one of 'em screaming my name. I don't want your medicine, I don't want your cure. Give me something dangerous, Give me something pure. Kick that motor, Make it scream. I'm the bastard crawling through your fever dream! [PRE-CHORUS] One for the money! HEY! Two for the show! HEY! Three little seconds— THEN EVERYTHING BLOWS! Hands in the air! Feet on the floor! If you came here looking for trouble— I'M GONNA GIVE YOU MORE! [CHORUS] I'M A BLACKOUT ANIMAL! Running when the red lights glow! BLACKOUT ANIMAL! Turn it up and lose control! I got thunder in my bloodstream, Got a riot in my bones— BLACKOUT ANIMAL! I DON'T WANNA GO HOME! [Gang vocals] HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! [EDM DROP] [Guitars cut → Reese bass + distorted kick] [MALE — chopped/distorted] Black— BLACK! Out— OUT! Animal! AN-I-MAL! [303 acid line rises] Turn it! UP! Turn it! UP! Turn the motherfucker— UP! [GUITARS CRASH BACK IN] [VERSE 2] Cheap motel halo and a permanent grin, Everybody's pretty when the trouble kicks in. Got a pocket full of matches and nowhere to be, So strike one up! AND GIVE IT TO ME! Concrete shaking underneath my boots, Bassline kicking straight down to the roots. No invitation. No alibi. Just another bad decision looking me in the eye. [PRE-CHORUS] One for the sinner! HEY! Two for the freak! HEY! Three for the bastard who hasn't slept all week! Hands in the air! Teeth in the night! You wanna see the animal? TURN OUT THE LIGHTS! [CHORUS] I'M A BLACKOUT ANIMAL! Running when the red lights glow! BLACKOUT ANIMAL! Turn it up and lose control! I got thunder in my bloodstream, Got a riot in my bones— BLACKOUT ANIMAL! I DON'T WANNA GO HOME! [BREAKDOWN — HALF-TIME STOMP] [Massive guitar riff / scrap-metal percussion] [MALE] Boot. STOMP! Boot. STOMP! Boot. STOMP! BREAK THE FLOOR! [Guitar hit] Bang. CLANG! Bang. CLANG! Bang. CLANG! GIVE ME MORE! [MALE — spoken over riff] I got no halo. [CROWD] NO! No leash. NO! No brakes. NO! No fucking peace. NO! So what am I? [CROWD] ANIMAL! I SAID— WHAT AM I?! [CROWD] ANIMAL! [GUITAR / ELECTRONIC INTERLUDE] [Grinding guitar riff trades phrases with acid 303] [MALE — distorted ad-libs] Come on! Get ugly! Get loud! MOVE! [Gang shout] HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! [BRIDGE — LOW BARITONE] [Everything drops to bass pulse and distant industrial percussion] There comes a moment somewhere around midnight... When the civilized man finally shuts his mouth. When instinct takes the wheel. When reason gets dragged into the back seat. [Low laugh] That's when things... get interesting. [Kick begins building] You feel that? THUMP. That's not the bass. THUMP. That's your heart. THUMP. Trying to escape. THUMP. Let it. [BUILD] [MALE] Faster! [Kick accelerates] Harder! [Synth rises] Louder! [Guitar feedback] Meaner! [Sirens begin] Everybody wants the monster— Until the monster walks through the door! [SILENCE] [MALE — whisper] Hello. [MASSIVE FINAL DROP] I'M A BLACKOUT ANIMAL! Running when the red lights glow! BLACKOUT ANIMAL! Ain't nobody taking control! Got thunder in my bloodstream, Got a riot in my bones— BLACKOUT ANIMAL! I'M NEVER GOING HOME! [FINAL CHANT] [MALE] Blackout! [CROWD] ANIMAL! Blackout! ANIMAL! Blackout! ANIMAL! [MALE] Turn out the lights! [CROWD] ANIMAL! Lock the doors! ANIMAL! Feed the noise! ANIMAL! [MALE] And wake— [CROWD] THE! [MALE] The fucking— [CROWD] ANIMAL! [OUTRO] [Machinery slowly winds down] [MALE — breathing / low spoken] That all you got? [Electrical buzz] ...Thought so. [Amplifier feedback] [MALE] Tomorrow night... we do it louder. [CLICK] [BLACKOUT]
