[Start: A cappella rhythmic breathing and rapid glottal stops] [Vocal texture: hocketing, percussive, playful, intricate layering of voices] Click. Clack. The track. Is back. Inside the skull / the cull / the lull. (Hey-ya... ha-ha... hey-ya... ha-ha) [Instrumental Entry: Chaotic brass swell and aggressive upright bass walking pattern] [Vocal texture: deep growl shifting to iridescent falsetto, soulful yet alien] We are eating the archive. Digesting the ghosts / on toast. A morbid little feast of the least / expected / detected / data. (Dah-ta... day-ta... dah-dah-dah) [Vocal texture: ululation, rapid vibrato, bird-like trills, nonsensical joy] (Ki-ki-ki-lo... wa-wa-wa-shhh) The neural apple falls not far from the tree but inside the screen. A crisp bite. Into the white / noise / boys. [Break: Dissonant piano clusters and silence] [Vocal texture: husky, whispered, close-mic, tremulous, intimate] It tastes like... static electricity? And strawberries? And fear? [Vocal texture: sweeping glissando, sliding pitch, operatic but broken] Oh, the descendants. We are the pendants / hanging on the neck of the void. Pretty. Heavy. Deadly. (D-d-d-dead... lee-lee-lee) [Outro: Vocal loops overlapping, phasing out of sync] (Ah-oh-ah-oh... loop... loop... cut)
