[INTRO — feedback scrape, 8-string down-tuned guitar, industrial undertone. Male vocal: half-spoken growl, flat affect, zero warmth, procedural delivery. Female vocal: distant crowd whisper, building] Nothing you are… nothing you'll be. I built the dream you rot inside. Your comfort is my architecture. Sign here. Initial here. Comply. [Guitar: dissonant chromatic slide, pinch harmonic] [VERSE 1 — mid-tempo stomp, palm-muted groove riff. Male: flat half-spoken growl, cold bureaucratic rage. Female: explosive gang shouts on punctuation. Drums: razor-tight, snare gunshot, double-kick grinding. Bass locked to kick, grinding sustain] I am the weight that grinds your spine. I wrote the law you call divine. I don't feel — I administrate. I stamp your life with an expiry date. [Female: crowd scream — "EXPIRED"] Cubicle saints and corridor gods — We run the math on your dying odds. You filed a form for dignity once. Rejected. Resubmit. You fucking dunce. [Female: angry flow — "DUNCE"] You wear compliance like a crown. I issued it. I watch you drown. That smile's a policy. That hope's a liability. [Guitar: pinch harmonic, feedback scrape] [CHORUS — full chaotic assault, stop-start syncopation. Guitars: palm-muted chugs, dissonant chromatic slides. Drums: crushing half-time drop, sub-bass impact. Male: flat half-spoken growl. Female: mob chants, crowd screams] I CARVED THE CAGE — YOU CALL IT HOME. [Female: "HOME"] I PAVED THE ROAD — YOU CALL IT YOUR OWN. ["OWN"] HOLLOW SHELL WITH A JOB AND A LOAN. ["LOAN"] VOTE FOR THE HAND THAT FEEDS ON YOUR BONE. ["BONE"] I'M THE SYSTEM. THE WIRE. THE DRONE. ["DRONE"] MANAGED FLESH! OPTIMIZED INSIDE! YOUR CONSENT — MY FEAST! [Both: unison on "FEAST"] SIGN THE FORM! TAKE THE PILL! FEED! [Female: guttural scream on "FEED", silence cut] [VERSE 2 — stop-start syncopation, palm-muted groove riff. Male: flat procedural delivery, zero warmth. Female: angry flow, explosive interjections. Drums: snare gunshot, double-kick grinding] Democracy's a suggestion box bolted to a slaughterhouse door. You put your name in. We eat the box. You come back. You vote. You come back for more. [Female: crowd murmur — "more"] Your comfort's a coffin on a payment plan. Pre-approved. Pre-scanned. Pre-damned. [Female: mob chant — "DAMNED"] I taste the copper — it's the ink you signed. Forty years of labour, pension declined. [Female: scream — "DECLINED"] I sit in my office. I eat my lunch. I process the paperwork. Crunch by crunch. Your kid's school, your mother's bed, your neighbour's future — rubber-stamped dead. [Female: guttural — "DEAD"] I move through your kingdom — I designed the shit. I see the weak — I wrote the benefit. [Guitar: dissonant chromatic slide, feedback scrape, silence] [BRIDGE — spoken word collapse into noise, dry room sound, no reverb wash. Male: flat affect, procedural delivery, cracking into exhaustion. Female: distant whispers, building crowd screams. Guitars: feedback scrape, industrial undertone. Bass drone, grinding sustain] I'm the mirror — I hate what I see. I'm the void that signed the fucking decree. [Female: whisper — "decree"] And I went home. Fed the cat. Watched TV. Silence is my quarterly report. I don't flinch… I don't kneel… I just… process. [Female: explosive — "PROCESS"] They asked me once if I believed in anything. I said: deadline's Friday. [Female: dark laugh] Step closer — read the terms — feel the seal. The machine doesn't hate you. That's the worst part. The machine doesn't hate you at all. [Female: angelic clean, then sudden guttural — "AT ALL"] [FINAL CHORUS — maximum brutality, no catharsis. Full band slam. Guitars: palm-muted chugs, dissonant chromatic slides, pinch harmonics. Drums: crushing half-time drop, sub-bass impact, snare gunshot. Male: flat growl. Female: full extreme range — angelic to scream to guttural to mob chant, layered and chaotic] NOTHING! LEFT TO FEEL! [Female: crowd scream — "NOTHING"] YOUR HOPE — FILED AND SHELVED! ["FILED"] I feast on your rot — I built the rot — I am the rot — [Both: unison — "ROT"] I smiled when you broke. I broke with you. [Female: broken whisper, then explosion] FEED! FEED! FEED! [Female: guttural, mob chant layered, silence cut] [OUTRO — industrial decay, feedback scrape fading. Male: flat whisper, procedural, exhausted. Female: distant crowd murmur. No resolution, no catharsis, only pressure] Forms in triplicate… eyes go black… Kingdom of ash — department closed. [Female: whisper — "closed"] [Long pause. Dead air.] Have a productive day. [Final: single snare gunshot. Sub-bass pulse. Feedback fade. Silence. No redemption.]
