[Section 1: The Breezy Facade] [Tempo: Breezy easy-listening sway] [Instrumentation: Bossa nova guitar, brushed percussion] [Vocals: Smooth breathy vocals, close-mic clean croon] I build myself up To sail through the weather I spend the days trying To make myself feel better Round the serpentine Empty conversations [Tape spooling up, tempo dragging] I’m not impressed by anyone [Section 2: The Diagnosis] [Abrupt drop] [Record scratch] [Hard Silence: 2 seconds] [Tempo: Punishing trip-hop drop] [Instrumentation: Heavy sub-bass, upright slap bass, sharply edited organic tape beats] [Vocals: Breathy paranoid whisper, close to the mic] Friends say I’m anxiously attached yeah Attached yeah And ketamine won’t numb My passion for ya I hope you know That what you hold Is a diamond [Beat cut. Dead silence] With a heart of gold [Section 3: The Deluge] [Tempo: Violent tempo modulation, double time] [Instrumentation: Distorted doom chugs, aggressive drum hits] [Vocals: Manic tenor, desperate and loud] Wash over like me a waterfall Do what you want Just don’t let me go! Until the Moon finally Gives into the sun Look in your eyes And they tell me one thing That we should be more than friends! [Beat cuts out entirely, leaving only a lone acoustic guitar] The universe conspired for us To meet this way [Layered, glitching vocals] Meet this way, meet this way To meet this way Meet this way, meet this way [Section 4: The Muzak Reset] [Record Scratch] [Tempo: Abrupt muzak reset, painfully cheerful] [Instrumentation: Cheerful novelty whistling, light acoustic guitar] [Vocals: Close-mic clean croon, overly polite] I pay my bills Got a house in the hills Call up the Red Cross Yeah, I’ma volunteer I do it all for you And you just break me dear [Audio warps, tape slowing down in pitch] Throw away our history We could start from here... [Section 5: The Skyward Spiral] [Tempo: Accelerating frantically] [Instrumentation: Chaotic horns erupt, upright slap bass frantic] [Vocals: Close harmonies building into an aggressive layered whisper] Oo-oo the time is running out Oo-oo reach out and feel me now! Oo-oo we’ll shoot into the sky! Oo-oo we’ll shoot into the sky! [Section 6: The Terminal Collapse] [Tempo: Avant-garde horror hybrid, violently shifting] [Instrumentation: Distorted doom chugs clashing with chaotic horns and trip-hop beats] [Vocals: Manic tenor trading lines with paranoid whispers] Wash over like me a waterfall! Do what you want Just don’t let me go Until the Moon finally gives into the sun [Hard beat cut] Look in your eyes And they tell me one thing That we should be more than friends [Tape rewinding effect, heavy sub-bass swell] The universe conspired for us To meet this way [Aggressive layered whisper] Meet this way, meet this way To meet this way Meet this way... [Tape snaps] [Hard Silence]