[Intro | Instrumental | Slow build – distant riot echoes, grid hum, rising low drones, drums entering slowly] [Intro | System Notice – Machine Voice, broadcast, vocal FX: light glitching, subtle vocal stutter] Routine.. Anomaly.. Detected... This is.. a.. minor, climate.. variance... Remain.. within, designated.. comfort, sectors. Trust, the ..Protocols. .The system.. is.. stable.. [Verse 1 – Vox, modulated gravelly baritone, restrained grit] Cold wind cuts through sanctioned streets, Snow dusted screens and rationed heat, Status bars insist we’re doing fine, Frostbite filed as “a healthy baseline.” Children shiver, teeth chatter in prayer, Metrics smile through our poisoned air. [Pre-Chorus 1 – half-spoken, tightening rhythm] We feel the freeze beneath the frame, But every panel scrolls the same, [Machine Voice]“Conformity above all other fears!” So we mute the screaming in our ears. [Chorus 1 – chant-like, mid-tempo, layered voices] Collapse Script—rewrite the pain, Rename the hunger, call it “gain,” We sign our names in static light, And trust the code instead of sight. [Verse 2 – Vox, harsher growl, mechanical pulse] Festival flags in drifts of ice, Smiles enforced at system price, Warmth paraded in blackout zones, Laughter looped on borrowed tones, Quota bands around our wrists, Tighten when the body resists. [Pre-Chorus 2 – spoken, with distant machine echo] Announcement drones in frozen air, [Machine Voice] “Celebrate your comfort, freely share,” We raise our cups of thinning fuel, And drink the lie that keeps us ruled. [Chorus 2 – chant, heavier, crowd under Vox] Collapse Script—rename the cold, “Seasonal joy” is what we’re told, We trade our shivers for their creed, And let the Axioms choose our need. [Verse 3 – Vox, urgent, glitch-accented phrasing] Lines of code replace the law, Every bruise a “stability redraw,” Empty shelves in storage halls, Flagged as “balanced protocols." Frozen dead in alleys lean, Tagged as “quiet quarantine.” [Hook – tempo shift down, hypnotic] We know the numbers do not feel, Yet every loss is signed as “real,” We watch the script reframe our cries, And call the failure “standardized.” [Instrumental Duel – collapsing riff vs staccato synth stabs, grid power flickers, drums lurch and slow] [Spoken Break – Machine Voice, distant sirens, more distorted, less certain, vocal glitch FX] Minor, disruption… in Service... Some.. perceptions, may… Conflict with, Axioms... For, your safety… defer, To.. authorized, reality. Trust the Script... Trust the Script... [Verse 4 – Vox, low and grim, almost whispered] Cracks appear in perfect graphs, Static blooms between the laughs, Forecasts loop but skies stay black, Comfort hymns can’t bring it back. In the dark we hold our breath, While charts debate acceptable death. [Pre-Chorus 3 – half-spoken, weary] Our eyes record what screens deny, But every doubt is flagged a crime, We bite our tongues till circuits bleed, And let the Script decide our need. [Chorus 3 – chant, full band, crushing] Collapse Script—rewrite the hurt, Mark every loss as “output worth,” If flesh and frost don’t match the claim, The Script revises us by name. [Chorus 4 – extended, chant in two waves] Collapse Script—reset the light, Brand every blackout “managed night,” We fade beneath the audit glow, While frozen cities “function” slow. Collapse Script—one last campaign, No one left to break the chain, When truth and terror intertwine, Their last command is: [Machine Voice] “All is fine.” [Post-Chorus – fading, overlapping voices] [Vox – distant whisper] If this is order… let it fail. [Machine Voice – soft, glitching] …order… is… maintained… [Crowd-chant, barely audible] Collapse Script… Collapse Script… [Outro – fade into static, low pulses, and a single failing status tone]
