[Intro] (Dissonant, Junky Guitar Riff - Dirty, scratching sound with high gain) (Feedback squeal) (Screamed) SELL IT ALL! [Verse 1] I’m micro-dosing caffeine just to feel the spark I’m running on a treadmill in the pitch-black dark My therapist is an app, my soul is a cloud I’m screaming for attention in a digital crowd! (Clean, melodic but mocking) Look at my smile, it’s 4K resolution I’m a shining part of the pollution! [Pre-Chorus] (Music gets tighter, rhythmic chugging) Sleep is for the weak, or so the posters say Trade your golden years for a silver tray Grind the bones to dust, make the profit soar Who cares what’s left when you’re asking for more? (Screamed) MORE! GIVE ME MORE! [Chorus] (Big, melodic, driving sound) At any cost! Burn the maps and get beautifully lost! We’re winning the race but we’re losing the soul Digging the grave just to fill up the hole! At any cost! Check the price tag on the lines we’ve crossed Success is a ghost, and the ghost is a boss We’re climbing the ladder... at any cost! [Verse 2] (Bass-driven, groovy industrial feel) I bought a bio-hack to live to one-hundred-and-ten So I can spend forty more years arguing with men On a screen, in a box, in a suit made of pride While the empathy is rotting somewhere deep inside! (Guttural growl) It’s a bargain! It’s a steal! Who needs a heart when the brand is real? [Bridge] (Tempo slows down - heavy atmosphere) (Spoken, like a salesman) "For the low, low price of your sanity... You too can be the king of a wasteland." (Building tension - snare hits) Is it worth it? Is it worth the hollow crown? (Screamed) TEAR IT DOWN! (Junky, Filthy Breakdown Riff - Low tuned, chaotic and heavy) [Chorus] (Maximum energy) At any cost! Burn the maps and get beautifully lost! We’re winning the race but we’re losing the soul Digging the grave just to fill up the hole! At any cost! Check the price tag on the lines we’ve crossed Success is a ghost, and the ghost is a boss We’re climbing the ladder... at any cost! [Outro] (Music fades to a distorted guitar hum) (Mocking tone) But hey... at least I’m "verified", right? (Screamed) SOLD OUT! (Final Junky Riff Slash) (Silence)
