Strobe Light Dementia

[Intro] [Hypnotic driving bassline, rhythmic acoustic guitar strumming] [Whispered, close mic] Come on... Let it roll... [Soft vocal harmony, detached] Yeah... [Verse 1] [Cool detached vocals, steady hypnotic garage rock beat] A velvet couch in a concrete room We tailored a suit out of beautiful doom You wore your sunglasses inside the dark Waiting for someone to blow out the spark The records are spinning, the cheap wine is dry We don’t even care to ask each other why I heard the feedback start to whine [Whispered backing vocal] So high. Divine... [Pre-Chorus] [Tension building, drone intensity rising] You look so good You look so dead Another loop Inside my head [Layered vocal harmony enters, dreamy yet dark] And it’s spinning... Keep it spinning... [Chorus] [Explosive massive fuzz guitars, heavy slow crunch, harmonized vocals] Strobe light dementia Wash it away Suck in the smoke Nothing to say Strobe light dementia Heavy and slow The lower we sink The higher we go [Layered harmony, nonchalant] The higher we go... [Break] [Sudden drop to just bass and tambourine] ... [Whispered] Alright. [Verse 2] [Brooding hypnotic groove, vintage synth drone in background] Every habit became a chic little trend We started a war just to see how it’d end Every midnight we swear we’re the kings Morning returns with a checklist of things The mirror is cracked but the style is intact We’re rewriting fiction and calling it fact I watched the glitter turn into rust [Eerie vocal doubling] Just like us... [Pre-Chorus] [Building intensity, layers of psychedelic noise] I hear the distortion Through the haze Getting louder Day by day [Harmony rising, melodic and trippy] Still it’s spinning... Keep it spinning... [Chorus] [Massive wall of sound, heavy grunge riffs meets garage psych drone] Strobe light dementia Wash it away Suck in the smoke Nothing to say Strobe light dementia Heavy and slow The lower we sink The higher we go [Layered harmony] The higher we go... [Bridge] [Half-time spacey tempo, heavily reverberated vocal layers] Ohhhhh... [Rich drone harmony] Ohhhhh... [Whispered] You look so cool when you don't care. [Slow heavy build-up, thumping tom-toms] Some want the trend... Some want the scene... Some want a fix... In a black magazine... [Breakdown] [Crushing sparse fuzzy guitar chords smashing through the beat] I— Don't— Care— Anymore— [Guitar Solo] [Prominent vintage fuzz guitar solo, melodic, droning, messy and expressive] [Final Chorus] [Maximum intensity, massive wall of harmonized vocals, heavy driving rock] Strobe light dementia Wash it away Suck in the smoke Nothing to say Strobe light dementia Heavy and slow The lower we sink The higher we go Strobe light dementia Hold me tight Leave all the trash on the floor tonight [Outro] [Guitars drop out, back to the hypnotic bass and acoustic strumming] [Soft fading harmonies] Come on... Let it roll... [Whispered, chilling final line] Shut it down. [End]