[Intro: wild slap bass riff with thumb slaps and pops, drums, then short subtle tin whistle hook, scratch] [Verse 1: rapped verse, tight rhythmic flow, punchy delivery, no singing, boom bap beat, funky slap bass groove with ghost notes, scratch on line ends] Copper cords knot tight, a tangled mess inside my brain, Every line lit up, signals screaming, none explain, Last year's ghost keeps dialing in, crawling under my skin, Tomorrow's tab stacked up so high it won't let me win, I plug, I patch, I pull, I swear, shaking hands in the static glare, The hum is heavy, thick as city air, choking every breath I dare, Operator, I'm out of hands, dropping every cord, nobody understands, A thousand calls, zero commands, every ring a fresh round of demands. [Pre-Chorus: rapped faster and tense, drums cut, muted electric guitar, scratch riser] Static crawls slow up my back and up my spine, Doubts keep cutting, snapping, slicing through the line, One hand on the master lever, shaking, trying to stay clever, Rust whispers in my ear: never, never, never. [Chorus: shouted rap hook, hard rhythmic chant, no melodic singing, crunchy electric guitar, wild slap bass fills with pops, light tin whistle accent in background] Every line is ringing loud, ringing, ringing, ringing loud, Nine hundred voices stacked into one thundering cloud, I pick up one, and the whole line swarms about, Switchboard head, can't tune it out, can't tune it out, can't tune it out. [Interlude: wild slap bass solo with fast thumb slaps and pops, scratch break, brief tin whistle phrase] [Verse 2: rapped verse, tight rhythmic flow, punchy delivery, no singing, slap bass groove with ghost notes, tight electric guitar, scratch transitions] Cords are hot, my fingers burn, skin's on fire, got no time to learn, Every ring a sharper turn, grip tightens, everything starts to churn, One line holds a dream half-sown, planted in the static, left alone, One line holds a fear full-grown, towering over everything I've known, I count the beats between the rings, tapping out the pulse that springs, Find the pocket where it sings, locked in tight, the whole thing swings, Can't cut the noise, so cut the time, chop it into bars and make it climb, Make every ring fall in my rhyme, one by one, locked in, every time. [Chorus: shouted rap hook, hard rhythmic chant, no melodic singing, crunchy electric guitar, wild slap bass fills with pops, light tin whistle accent in background] Every line is ringing loud, ringing, ringing, ringing loud, Nine hundred voices stacked into one thundering cloud, I pick up one, and the whole line swarms about, Switchboard head, can't tune it out, can't tune it out, can't tune it out. [Guitar Solo: 12 bars, about 30 seconds, instrumental, electric guitar solo, slap bass stays in the pocket under the guitar, drums keep the groove, no vocals] [Bridge: low spoken-rap voice, slower and calm, soft clean electric guitar, sparse slap bass, faint breathy tin whistle on long notes] One long breath in, one cord out at a time, Hang up the ghosts, hang up the noise, they lose their chime, The board goes dark, panel by panel, one light left, slow, The only voice I need to know, quiet in the dark, steady and low. [Final Chorus: slowing rap chant, calmer and controlled, energy lifts then settles, crunchy electric guitar, wild slap bass fill, light tin whistle high] Every line is ringing slow, ringing, ringing, ringing slow, Nine hundred voices melting down into one steady glow, I pick up one, and all the rest just go, Switchboard head, and now I steer the flow, I steer the flow. [Outro: faint tin whistle fades, clean ending]
