[track: genre: Industrial Funk + Coldwave, style: syncopated, atmospheric, sci-fi, tense, groovy, minimalist, style: dry drums, punchy 808, melodic bass, cold synth pads, industrial samples, wide stereo field, mood: anxious, determined, isolated, disoriented, tempo: 115 BPM, vocals: male lead [Cutter], instruments: synthesizer, drum machine, bass guitar, sampled sound effects] [verse 1 | intensity: low, vocals: whispered, instruments: synth pad, filtered drums, eq: bass-heavy] Hiss of O2, borrowed suit Comms just crackle with old lies This silence has a massive weight The sun-glare on my visor fries [pre-chorus | intensity: rising, drums: unfiltered, vocals: clipped, sfx: comms crackle] Red-tag on the hatchway, a dare Just a helmet-fogging-doubt I seethe Don't look back at the burn, don't look back at the burn [chorus | intensity: high, dynamics: loud, instruments: full funk groove, synth bass, vocals: strained] No deck-gravity to hold me Just the procedures they sold me Til I learn to match the spin [verse 2 | intensity: low, vocals: close-mic, instruments: synth pad, filtered drums, harmony: dissonant] Severed pylon tumbles on A phantom in my right hand Another warning-glyph is gone (a voice says) just obey the last command [pre-chorus | intensity: rising, drums: building fill, vocals: anxious, sfx: metal stress-groan] The hull-groan-that-says-get-out That tether-jerk-of-a-doubt What was the price, what was the price now [chorus | intensity: high, dynamics: loud, instruments: full funk groove, synth bass, vocals: desperate] No deck-gravity to hold me Just the procedures they sold me Trying hard to match the spin [bridge | intensity: collapsing, instruments: drone only, no drums, no bass, vocals: spoken-word, reverb: cathedral] And the Icarus Fall is just a story they tell you now when you're learning to breathe your own air... And you start to tumble somehow and you see there's no one there (and you see) no one will care [chorus | intensity: explosive, dynamics: peak, vocals: shouting, harmonies: distorted background, solo: feedback guitar swells] No deck-gravity to hold me Forget the procedures they sold me I am how I match the spin [outro | dynamics: sudden-stop, instruments: bass-slide, vocals: final whisper, sfx: helmet seal click] My own air to breathe inside My... own... way... to... die
