[INTRO - whispered, filtered, submerged] h72 [VERSE 1 - tight rhythmic delivery] Stephen King Trace the pattern as I plot it I embody what they imagine lurking beneath the surface Ships sinking in the water The captain asks, “Who is at fault?” Judges only perform I never find myself faltering Blackwood Manor Hear the walls breathe as they exhale Watch me take your throne Then leave your entire regime in failure Baddies on the feed Someone should flag them Find me in the shadows Where the genuine never disappear Other frauds are posturing I say, “I’m the one in control” Feeding on the uninformed Keep your counterfeit away from me I do not give a dime That is financial abstinence Every move is calculated Every bar leaves evidence [PRE-CHORUS - rising, melodic tension] When you return from the winter freeze You will notice that your crew has diminished By the time you graduate Your graduating class will number six You will see them on the broadcast Wondering where they have gone Read their notes They offer food for thought They were merely my latest indulgence Begin the joint rotation Call it a carousel I am shaping your misery Tailored to the clientele Side-pads rising Let the frequency swell 808 underneath While the 909 rings the bell [BREAK - drums disappear] Wait... [DROP - explosive, euphoric, rhythmic] When I come around I will leave you redder than a cardinal Word to Patrick Bateman I am a legend in Cardiff Back in Cardiff for the season Drag that boy into the cement Took a brother from a precedent Took a kid from a resident Consumed your second; he was present If you think I am bluffing, you are under pressure I will break your entire crew When I pull through, you will fall as well 808 dives 909 cuts through Two machines One pulse ◇°h72°◇ [POST-DROP - hypnotic repetition] One pulse One pulse One pulse [VERSE 2 - darker, more syncopated] Trace the signal through the static Every shadow turns aquatic Pressure rising Systematic Move the rhythm Make it fractal Blue light beneath the surface Every frequency serves a purpose Lose the beat Then bring it back Let the 808 attack [PRE-CHORUS 2 - wider, euphoric] Side-pads bloom across the water Arpeggios climb higher 909 beneath the surface 808 becomes the fire Hold the silence Hold the tension Let the entire room disappear Then bring everything back together Make the impact unmistakably clear [FALSE DROP - whispered] Nothing... [FINAL DROP - maximum energy] When I come around I will leave you redder than a cardinal Word to Patrick Bateman I am a legend in Cardiff 808 bends 909 answers Bass falls silent Then returns with thunder Pads rise higher Arpeggios spiral through Two machines One pulse ◇°h72°◇ [OUTRO - submerged, fading] Spin the vault Lock the hatch Trace the cipher on the glass Digital decay Sweeps across the frequency spectrum Signal fading Colours bend One final pulse Then silence
