[Intro] (The sound of glass shattering in slow motion, reversing into a deep, pulsing sub-bass. A 360-degree panning hi-hat begins to rotate around the ears.) (Whispered) Focus on the center. Lose the perimeter. [Verse 1] The architecture’s melting in the heat of the light A million silver fractures cutting through the night I’m caught inside the orbit of a spinning chrome sun The countdown to the blackout has already begun. My pulse is syncopated with the flash of the strobe I’m shedding every worry, I’m shedding every robe The floor is made of liquid, the walls are made of air I’m looking for my shadow, but it isn’t even there. [Pre-Chorus] (The "Vacuum Suck": frequencies thin out, leaving only a heartbeat kick) It’s a digital hypnosis. A rhythmic diagnosis. The room is spinning faster than the logic in my head I’m following the laser like a silver-threaded thread. [CHORUS - THE PRISM DROP] (Full spatial immersion: Granular synths and heavy "Neptune" bass) Hypnotised by the geometry The disco ball is rewriting my chemistry One thousand versions of me on the wall I’m losing my balance, I’m loving the fall. Refraction. Reaction. A chemical attraction. I’m locked in the prism, I’m part of the glow There’s nowhere left for the signal to go. [Verse 2] (Minimalist "Ghost Beat"—just the kick and a metallic FM pluck) The DJ is a ghost inside a marble machine Sending out a frequency that’s perfectly clean. I’m vibrating in Technicolour, head to my toes A high-definition secret that nobody knows. Don't try to break the circle, don't try to stop the spin The outside world is over, let the afterlife begin. [Bridge] (Complete silence for half a second. Then, a lush, vocoded string section swells.) Is it a dream? Or just a high-res reality? (Vocal begins to granulate and scatter across the speakers) I’m light... I’m sound... I’m never coming down. (A "Silent Drop"—the bass vanishes, then hits back with double the power!) [Final Chorus] Hypnotised by the geometry The disco ball is rewriting my chemistry One thousand versions of me on the wall I’m losing my balance, I’m loving the fall. Refraction. Reaction. A chemical attraction. I’m locked in the prism, I’m part of the glow There’s nowhere left for the signal to go. [Outro] (The beat begins to "deconstruct," sounds dissolving into digital dust) Locked in the prism. (Quantum connection) Spinning... spinning... (The lead vocal stays dry and intimate) Just stay in the center. (A final "ping" of a crystalline synth, echoing into a 3D space)
