[Intro] "Can’t turn it off. The ink is screaming." [Verse 1] Eye-track the syntax, I’m hacking the contract The font is a ghost and I’m making the contact Black-letter, bold-face, trapped in a cold space Reading the rhythm at a frantic and fold pace I don’t see a sentence, I see a percussion line Every apostrophe—that is a crushing sign Paragraphs stacking like bricks in a barricade I’m drinking the ink like it’s bitter-sweet lemonade Look at the spacing, the kerning, the alignment My brain is a cell and the words are assignment I’m hearing the 'T' and the 'K' like a rimshot The page is a furnace, the logic is red hot! [Pre-Chorus] It’s a beautiful vision... IT’S A VIOLENT NOISE! A divine precision... I DON’T HAVE A CHOICE! [Chorus] I hear the music in the letters on the wall! DECODE THE SILENCE! The rhythm rises as the sentences all fall! SCORING THE VIOLENCE! It’s a symphony of symbols, a riot in the ink I’m hearing every word before I even start to think! [Verse 2] Scan the manual, the label, the ticker-tape There is no exit and there is no escape Hyper-lexical, technical, skeptical My ears are the lens and the world is an optical Bouncing off the margins, I’m hitting the header The heavier the prose, then the rhythm gets better It’s a boom-bap pulse in a medical journal The fire in the lexicon is strictly eternal I’m reading the static! I’m hearing the white! I’m losing my mind in the black and the white! [Bridge] Yeah. You see a "Stop" sign? I hear a kick drum and a bass drop. You see a novel? I see a four-act opera with a mosh pit in the middle. READ IT. BLEED IT. FEED THE BEAT! GO! [Chorus] I hear the music in the letters on the wall! DECODE THE SILENCE! The rhythm rises as the sentences all fall! SCORING THE VIOLENCE! It’s a symphony of symbols, a riot in the ink I’m hearing every word before I even start to think! [Outro] A-B-C-D-Kill the beat. E-F-G-H-Feel the heat. It’s so loud... NEXT PAGE!
