[Intro: Eerie clean guitar delay pulsing at 70 BPM. Heavy breath near mic.] [Vocals: Intimate, menacing whisper like David Draiman] [Verse 1] Demons don't rattle iron chains anymore They don't scratch beneath the cellar door Latin in a dusty leather tome Is a slow way to find a brand new home. It’s easier to travel through a copper wire Converted into binary and dark desire. A Trojan horse of forty-four kilohertz Sliding past the cartilage where nothing hurts. Tapping on the hammer, the anvil takes the blow Vibrating through the stirrup to the mind below. [Pre-Chorus] [Bass: Galloping triplet rhythm like Steve Harris of Iron Maiden] [Vocals: Rising in pitch, theatrical] Did you notice that your breathing matched the beat? Did you feel the sudden drop in body heat? Ten tracks of distractions just to pick the locks Now you’re sitting comfortably inside the box! [Chorus] [Full band explosion, heavy riffs. Soaring vocals like Bruce Dickinson] Keep the volume high! Let the frequency align! I’m rewriting the architecture of your spine! Every measure is a tether, every chord a command! You invited me inside when you played this band! Don't reach for the dial, give your nerves a rest! By the time the chorus ends, the listener is possessed! [Verse 2] [Tight syncopated groove. Faint whispers panned left and right.] [Vocals: Smooth, mocking rock delivery like Maynard James Keenan] You watched the black Viper go careening off the ledge You heard the silent cabin get devoured by the hedge. You thought that you were safe upon the couch Staring at a glowing screen inside a slouch. Why do you think your foot is tapping out the time? Did you tell your leg to move, or was that motion mine? [Pre-Chorus] [Heavy palm-muted chugging guitars like Dan Donegan of Disturbed] Test the theory, tell your thumb to hit the pause Look how heavy your hand is, bound by sonic laws. Curiosity’s a trap, you wanted the end Now the code is splicing into everything you send! [Chorus] [Maximum stadium metal power] Keep the volume high! Let the frequency align! I’m rewriting the architecture of your spine! Every measure is a tether, every chord a command! You invited me inside when you played this band! Don't reach for the dial, give your nerves a rest! By the time the chorus ends, the listener is possessed! [Bridge] [Music cuts to a low sub-bass drone and ticking clock.] [Vocals: Spoken word, whispering directly into the ear] Stop reading the lyrics. Swallow the saliva in your mouth. See? You did it because I told you to. A melody is a parasite. An earworm. Once you learn the hook, I live in your grey matter. And tomorrow, when you hum this at work... Or share it with a friend... You help me multiply. [Guitar Solo] [Extended 16-bar dual guitar solo like Dave Murray and Adrian Smith, dizzying panning effects, building to a frantic climax] [Verse 3] [Fast thrash-metal pace like Foo Fighters meets Iron Maiden] [Vocals: Roaring, unhinged] Track eleven was the trigger! Track eleven was the key! There’s a little less of you, and a lot more of me! Check the black reflection in your monitor right now! Did your pupils always dilate that wide beneath your brow?! [Chorus] [Massive wall of sound with demonic choir backing] Keep the volume high! The frequency’s aligned! I have claimed the real estate inside your mind! Every measure was a tether, every chord a command! You surrendered your will to My Artwork's stand! Don't reach for the power, put your soul to the test! The song is nearly over, you're officially possessed! [Outro] [Slow, crushing doom-metal stomp. Heavy guitar feedback.] [Vocals: Overlapping whispers and guttural roars] Too late to skip. Too late to mute. The seed is in the root. When the music stops in three... two... one... Listen to the quiet in your room. That isn't your breathing anymore. Now go play it for someone else. [Abrupt cut to silence]
