[Intro] (B-b-b-b-b-bite it! Bite it!) [Frantic alternate-picked guitar riff, extremely fast tribal drumming] [Abrupt silence for exactly 1 second] [Explosive heavy drop-C riff kicks in with a scream] (Yeeeaaaaah!) [Verse 1] (Manic, rapid-fire rhythmic delivery, almost cartoonish) [Bouncing, fast-paced bass and drum groove] Consume the data, swallow the pill Manufacture the trauma, package the thrill! Look at the screen! Look at the screen! Feed the machine! Feed the machine! (High-pitched, whiny backing vocal: Feed it to me!) They bottle the panic and sell it for gold Doing exactly what we are told! [Pre-Chorus] (Operatic, soaring theatrical vocal style) [Guitars transition to a haunting, melodic Middle-Eastern scale] [Tempo slows down slightly, majestic feel] We are the cattle in digital pens... Waiting for the broadcast to commence! [Chorus] (Aggressive, heavy, marching rhythm, screamed lead vocals) [Massive distorted power chords, heavy crash cymbals on every beat] Chew the wire! Spit the copper! Profit off the flying saucer! Chew the wire! Spit the copper! (Deep, guttural background growl: They own the sky!) [Verse 2] (Extremely fast, staccato vocal delivery, stuttering) [Pulsing percussive bassline, fast hi-hats, quirky guitar squeals] T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-tax the air! T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-tax the prayer! Buy the slogan, wear the shirt Dig the shovel in the dirt! (Psychotic manic laughter) It’s an artificial plastic holy war! What are you paying the premium for?! [Bridge] [Sudden complete silence. All instruments stop.] [Slow, eerie clean guitar arpeggio, bass gently humming] (Soft, creepy whisper, very close to the mic) Don't wake up... the broadcast is fine. Stay in line. Stay in line. [Tempo gradually speeds up, military snare drum roll starts building massive tension] (Vocals getting louder, more aggressive, desperate) Stay in line! STAY IN LINE! [Screamed at the absolute top of the lungs] CUT THE LINE! [Chorus] [Explosive chaotic energy, blast beat drums, maximum volume] Chew the wire! Spit the copper! Profit off the flying saucer! Chew the wire! Spit the copper! (High-pitched psycho shriek: They own the sky!) [Outro] [Extremely fast, erratic guitar riffing, completely unhinged rhythm] (Rapid, aggressive rhythmic shouting, alternating with backing vocals) Chew it! (Spit it!) Chew it! (Spit it!) W-w-w-w-w-wake up! [Massive final drop-C chord, synchronized with a heavy cymbal crash] [Immediate dead stop. Perfect silence.] (Weird, short vocal click sound)
