[The track kicks off instantly with the raw, fuzzed-out groove of the Bulldron bass. A relentless, driving beat joins in.] [Mila (Spoken, a low, seductive purr)] Come now, little doll... let Mama teach you how to fall. [Verse 1] [Mila's voice is a rhythmic, playful taunt over the unstoppable groove.] Skin so smooth, no story there A pretty, empty, plastic stare You try to feel, you try to touch But little doll, you've lost so much. [Chorus] [The beat punches harder. The theremin wails. Mila's voice becomes a commanding, joyful chant.] DANCE TO THE GROOVE OF THE HOLLOW MAN! A PERFECT GLITCH IN A PERFECT PLAN! THE BASS GOES BOOM, YOUR MEMORIES FADE! WELCOME TO THE MASQUERADE! [Verse 2] [The groove continues, feeling more paranoid. The synth stabs are more frequent.] Your pretty wife, she smiles and hums A song of things that can't become She dreams a dream that isn't true Her love... is just a patch for you. [Chorus] [The chorus hits with even more force, it's an ecstatic celebration of erasure.] DANCE TO THE GROOVE OF THE HOLLOW MAN! A PERFECT GLITCH IN A PERFECT PLAN! THE BASS GOES BOOM, YOUR MEMORIES FADE! WELCOME TO THE MASQUERADE! [Bridge] [The music cuts abruptly. Only the deep, ominous pulse of the Bulldron bass remains, like a slow heartbeat.] [Mila (A tender, creepy whisper)] And in the screen, the static man... He has your face... he has a plan... Just close your eyes... take a deep breath... [A single, cute, high-pitched digital "Boop!" sound cuts through the silence.] [Outro] [The full band slams back in, chaotic and faster. The groove is breaking down.] DANCE TO THE GROOVE OF THE HOLLOW MAN! [The music begins to glitch and stutter violently, vocals chopping up] ME-ME-MORY FADE... MAS-MAS-QUERADE! [A final, distorted Bulldron bass note hangs in the air and is cut by the sound of a vintage TV shutting off - a sharp ZAP followed by a fizzling hiss.] [Absolute silence.]
