[Intro | fragmented | stuttering glitched drums only | short] [Verse 1 | prismatic | vocoder | processed female vocal | stuttering glitched drums and granular vocal chops | steady | dry and close] The city breathes in concrete and steel, a slow, mechanical sigh. Another night, another cheap thrill, another reason to die. (ah) The neon signs bleed in the rain, a watercolor of despair. (ah) I'm just a ghost in this machine, a whisper in the air. [Chorus | restless | processed female vocal | stuttering glitched drums and granular vocal chops | drums in, wider | short room] The rhythm of the factory, a heartbeat in the dark. A symphony of misery, a beautiful, brutal art. (beautiful brutal art) [Chorus | off-balance | processed female vocal | stuttering glitched drums and granular vocal chops | drums in, wider | long tail] Concrete lullaby (echo: lullaby) Sing me to sleep (echo: to sleep) In this city of ghosts (echo: of ghosts) Where the secrets we keep (echo: we keep) Are the only things real. (only things real) [Interlude | fragmented | sudden silence before the hook | short] [Verse 2 | vocoder | fragmented | single dry take | stuttering glitched drums | minimal arrangement | short room] (Fragmented whispers: "another night... another reason...") [Bridge | glassy | single dry take | stuttering glitched drums | reduced drums, exposed | wide] I walk these streets of broken dreams, a graveyard of the lost. Where nothing is ever as it seems, and everything has a cost. The rats in the alleyways, they understand my pain. We're all just looking for a way, to wash away the stain. [Chorus | prismatic | processed female vocal | stuttering glitched drums and granular vocal chops | drums in, wider | restrained reverb] The rhythm of the factory, a heartbeat in the dark. A symphony of misery, a beautiful, brutal art. (beautiful brutal art) [Break | sudden silence | single dry vocal | no drums] Concrete lullaby (echo: lullaby) [Final Chorus | ecstatic | vocoder stack and octave-down double | stuttering glitched drums, granular vocal chops, FM bell tones | maximum lift | dry and close | stacked harmonies] Concrete lullaby (echo: lullaby) Sing me to sleep (echo: to sleep) In this city of ghosts (echo: of ghosts) Where the secrets we keep (echo: we keep) ARE THE ONLY THINGS REAL! (ONLY THINGS REAL!) [Outro | glassy | single dry take | stuttering glitched drums | let the last chord ring | restrained reverb] [End]