Girls Or Boys

[Intro: Heavy, downtuned Nu-Metal bass groove with a flange effect. Glitchy industrial percussion. Eerie, distant female laughter that turns into a low feline growl.] [Verse 1: Breathy, cynical female vocals—half-spoken, half-sung. Minimalist drumming with a sharp snare.] Street's like a jungle, so many ghosts to meet. Avoiding the sunlight, we’re dragging our heavy feet. Looking for a pulse in a town made of cold concrete. You’re counting your sins while you’re staring at your own defeat. [Vocal shift: Gritty and distorted] But it's a parody, it's a tragedy... It’s a chemical, digital, physical blasphemy. [Sudden sharp intake of breath] [Pre-Chorus: Tempo slows down. Heavy, atmospheric Goth-Rock guitars with deep reverb. Vocals become melodic and haunting.] And the strobe light is a guillotine... Severing the head from the dream... [Whisper] Don’t look... [Guttural Growl] DON’T LOOK! [Chorus: Massive Nu-Metal explosion. Heavy syncopated chugging guitars. Aggressive, melodic belting.] Girls who are boys who like boys to be girls Who do boys like they're girls who do girls like they're boys! Always be someone you hate! Always be someone you bait! (Background vocals: Girls and Boys!) It’s a love in the century of the gray and the cold! Doing it the way that you’re always being told! [Vocal fry] SHRINKING TO FIT THE MOLD! [Verse 2: Faster, frantic energy. Industrial clangs and scratching percussion. Vocals are snappy and aggressive.] Follow the leader, follow the sheep to the slaughter. Thicker than blood and thinner than holy water. You’re a product, a project, a puppet on a silver wire. Dancing in the smoke while you’re terrified of the fire! [Manic giggle] Are you happy yet? Are you pretty yet? [Bridge: Music drops to a low, vibrating sub-bass. The vocals are multi-layered whispers circling the listener.] (Whisper L) Who are you tonight? (Whisper R) Who are you tomorrow? (Whisper C) Borrowed skin... borrowed sorrow... [Vocal building to a soaring, operatic scream] IT’S ALL THE SAME! [Chorus: Maximum Dynamic Power. Driving double-kick drums. Thick, layered vocal harmonies.] Girls who are boys who like boys to be girls Who do boys like they're girls who do girls like they're boys! Always be someone you hate! Always be someone you bait! (Background vocals: Girls and Boys!) It’s a love in the century of the gray and the cold! Doing it the way that you’re always being told! [High soprano note over the final chord] [Outro: The beat remains, but the guitars fade into feedback. The female vocalist returns to a soft, creepy purr.] [Softly] Girls... [Softly] Boys... [Whisper] It’s all just noise. [Final heavy industrial thud and a sharp feline hiss] [End]