[Verse 1] [Instruments: Only a heavy, rhythmic kick drum beat, distorted synth bass in the background] Too many ideas in my head, I'm burning to create, Got a chill down my spine, it’s a hunger I can't wait. While some burn their lives down in self-destruction, My only drug of choice is pure production. Late-night pages, lines I can’t erase, Hands on the keys like I’m carving out a space. I don’t chase the smoke, I chase the spark, Turn that pressure in my chest into a work of art. [Pre-Chorus] [Instruments: Electric guitars enter in power chords, the beat accelerates with the snare drum] I can feel it coming in waves One more sound and I’m awake If the world gets loud, I lock in I don’t break, I begin [Yodel / Vocal Break - Cranberries Style] [Instruments: Sudden drop in rhythm, leaving only an open, reverberated synth chord] [YODEL-BREAK / DOLORES STYLE: "Yai-oh, ah-ah-ih!" - High-pitched, broken voice, with a wide, desperate vibrato rising in pitch] [Chorus] [Instruments: Total explosion, packed stadium, straight and powerful four-on-the-floor kick, massive guitars, arena choir] Pure production, pure production That’s my rush, that’s my function Pure production, pure production I don’t fall, I just step forward (Oh-oh) pure production (Oh-oh) pure production [Verse 2] [Instruments: The hammering groove returns, fuzz bass in the foreground, sharp hi-hat] Blank walls don’t scare me, they invite a start, Every cracked little thought turns into a chart. I’ve seen the empty smiles, the wasted nights, I’d rather make a fire than just survive. No poison in my pocket, no hole in my soul, I turn the fear to gold, I let the current roll. Every little doubt gets cut down clean, When I’m in that zone, I’m sharper than a beam. [Yodel / Vocal Break - Cranberries Style] [Instruments: Clean cut of the bass, deep echo] [YODEL-BREAK / DOLORES STYLE: "Yai-oh, ah-ah-ih!" - More scratchy and piercing than the first] [Bridge] [Instruments: Guitars fade out, leaving a heavy tribal beat made only of foot stomps and sub-bass] When my head goes wild, I turn it into stone When the room feels cold, I make it feel like home No self-destruction, no giving in I make a little world, then I live in it [Final Chorus] [Instruments: Explosive reentry of all instruments, amplified choir] Pure production, pure production That’s my rush, that’s my function Pure production, pure production I don’t fall, I just step forward Pure production, pure production That’s my rush, that’s my function (Oh-oh) pure production (Oh-oh) pure production [Outro / Final Yodel] [Instruments: The beat suddenly slows down, immense reverb] [YODEL-BREAK / DOLORES STYLE: "Ah-ah-ih... yai-oh!" - Voice fading softly, getting lost in the echo]
