c.o.n.t.r.o.l (Remastered)

[Is_MAX_MODE: MAX](MAX) [QUALITY: MAX](MAX) [REALISM: MAX](MAX) [REAL_INSTRUMENTS: MAX](MAX) Nu-Disco, Electro House, 126 BPM, heavy sidechained bass, driving kick drum, deadpan rhythmic female vocals, catchy synth lead, energetic build-up, club dance drop, crisp electronic production, sleek and modern

///*****/// (Intro) (Thumping, distorted bassline kicks in) (Drum machine claps on the 2 and 4) (Verse 1) Walk in, lights low. Everything is moving in slow-mo. Black boots, thin coat. Got a little secret in my throat. I don’t want your drink, I don’t want your name. I’m just here to disrupt the game. (Chorus) C-O-N-T-R-O-L. I’m doing it well. Can’t you tell? C-O-N-T-R-O-L. Ring the bell. Give ‘em hell. (Verse 2) Static on the screen, sugar in the blood. Feeling like a diamond in the mud. The bass is a hammer, the floor is a nail. This kind of rhythm never goes stale. Look at me once, look at me twice. I’m cold as stone, I’m thin as ice. (Bridge) (Music strips back to just the bass and a cowbell) Stop. Go. Up. Low. (Whispered) Do you have it? (Shouted) YEAH! (Chorus) C-O-N-T-R-O-L. I’m doing it well. Can’t you tell? C-O-N-T-R-O-L. Ring the bell. Give ‘em hell. (Outro) (Repetitive synth loop) Control. Control. Loose. Control. (Fade out with a sharp electronic buzz)

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