"Shiny New War (Look The Other Way)"

Dark Industrial Glitch, Cello, Violin Staccato, Heavy Bass, Haunting Male Vocals, Cinematic, 85bpm

[Verse 1]
[Vocal Style: Fast, aggressive, spitting the words]
A life insurance CEO finally meets his fate
And they mobilize the army and lock down the state!
They hunt the man down like he's public enemy one
While the real monsters sit by the pool in the sun!
You eat and you rape on a live TV feed
And the government protects every piece of your greed!
You make a hundred thousand times what I make in a year
And you laugh while we drown in the debt and the fear!

[Pre-Chorus]
[Music: Guitars get choppy and heavy, building tension]
Oops! The files leaked!
Oops! The truth is out!
Quick, change the channel! Give the cattle a shout!
Tell them we’re sorry, say it's all in the past!
Find a new country to blow up and blast!

[Chorus]
[Energy: Maximum distortion, bouncing groove metal rhythm]
[Vocal Style: Theatrical, sarcastic, screaming]
Look at the war! Ooooo! Look at the lights!
Don't look at the rich taking all of your rights!
Look at the bombs! Yeah, look at the show!
Just a shiny distraction so you never will know!
"Hehe, we're sorry, let's just move on!"
While the money floats up and the middle is gone!

[Verse 2]
[Vocal Style: Gritty, relentless]
You ruin the media, you ruin the art
Just to make us all miserable and tear us apart!
You hollow it out just to make it a hell
So we're too sick and tired to break out of the cell!
Don't give me that history, don't talk 'bout the French!
I can smell all the rot, I am sick of the stench!
If you sit at the top and you hoard all the gold
You're a monster to me until the story is told!

[Bridge]
[Atmosphere: Music drops to just a heavy, sinister bassline and drums]
[Spoken Word - Low, menacing, building to a roar]
I don't care what you say.
You have to prove you are not a monster to me.
You are failing miserably.
Line them up.
Line. Them. Up.

[Climax]
[Music: Breakneck thrash metal tempo, chaotic]
LINE THEM UP TILL THE PROBLEMS STOP!
WATCH ALL THE PARASITES DROP FROM THE TOP!
YOU FLOATED YOUR GREED ON THE BACKS OF THE DEAD
NOW YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM THE THINGS THAT YOU SAID!
LOOK AT THE WAR! LOOK AT THE WAR!
WE AREN'T BUYING YOUR LIES ANYMORE!

[Outro]
[Music: Heavy, rhythmic pounding that mirrors a march]
[Vocal Style: Sarcastic whisper fading out]
Look over here.
Shiny... new... war.
Oops.
[Fade to TV static]
[End]

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[Intro] [Soundscape: Cheerful, fake 1950s TV jingle that suddenly distorts and slows down] [Spoken Word - Sarcastic News Anchor Voice] "We apologize for the atrocities. But please, turn your attention to the screen. We have a shiny new war for you to watch." [Explosive Bass Drop and frantic heavy guitar riff] [Verse 1] [Vocal Style: Fast, aggressive, spitting the words] A life insurance CEO finally meets his fate And they mobilize the army and lock down the state! They hunt the man down like he's public enemy one While the real monsters sit by the pool in the sun! You eat and you rape on a live TV feed And the government protects every piece of your greed! You make a hundred thousand times what I make in a year And you laugh while we drown in the debt and the fear! [Pre-Chorus] [Music: Guitars get choppy and heavy, building tension] Oops! The files leaked! Oops! The truth is out! Quick, change the channel! Give the cattle a shout! Tell them we’re sorry, say it's all in the past! Find a new country to blow up and blast! [Chorus] [Energy: Maximum distortion, bouncing groove metal rhythm] [Vocal Style: Theatrical, sarcastic, screaming] Look at the war! Ooooo! Look at the lights! Don't look at the rich taking all of your rights! Look at the bombs! Yeah, look at the show! Just a shiny distraction so you never will know! "Hehe, we're sorry, let's just move on!" While the money floats up and the middle is gone! [Verse 2] [Vocal Style: Gritty, relentless] You ruin the media, you ruin the art Just to make us all miserable and tear us apart! You hollow it out just to make it a hell So we're too sick and tired to break out of the cell! Don't give me that history, don't talk 'bout the French! I can smell all the rot, I am sick of the stench! If you sit at the top and you hoard all the gold You're a monster to me until the story is told! [Bridge] [Atmosphere: Music drops to just a heavy, sinister bassline and drums] [Spoken Word - Low, menacing, building to a roar] I don't care what you say. You have to prove you are not a monster to me. You are failing miserably. Line them up. Line. Them. Up. [Climax] [Music: Breakneck thrash metal tempo, chaotic] LINE THEM UP TILL THE PROBLEMS STOP! WATCH ALL THE PARASITES DROP FROM THE TOP! YOU FLOATED YOUR GREED ON THE BACKS OF THE DEAD NOW YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM THE THINGS THAT YOU SAID! LOOK AT THE WAR! LOOK AT THE WAR! WE AREN'T BUYING YOUR LIES ANYMORE! [Outro] [Music: Heavy, rhythmic pounding that mirrors a march] [Vocal Style: Sarcastic whisper fading out] Look over here. Shiny... new... war. Oops. [Fade to TV static] [End]

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