[Intro: Industrial, cold] [Instrumentation: A slow, grinding funky slap-bass riff enters alone.] [Vocalist: None] [Mood: Empty, desolate] [Verse 1: Seething, rhythmic melodic rap] [Instrumentation: Bass and a tight, mechanical drum beat. Sparse guitar feedback.] [Vocalist: Zac 90BPM, cold, rhythmic rap, percussive] [Mood: Bitter, accusatory] The 3 AM whistle is a ghost in the steam, A lunch-bucket legacy, a busted-gear dream. They built the lie while we built the cars, Now the rust is the monument, under cold stars. And the promise? A gear on a factory floor. A padlock... a chain... and a "CLOSED" sign on the door, Yeah, they just left us.. . Rusted shut. [Verse 2: Accelerating anger] [Instrumentation: Groove continues, guitar adds more rhythmic noise/scratches] [Vocalist: Male rap, getting more aggressive, dense] [Mood: Indictment] Check the lesson plan in the paint-peeled gym Taught by a coach, who's future's lookin' grim. No code, no prep, just "Glory Days" pride, A pipeline primed, for the nationalist tide. So you graduate from the football field, To a forum thread where your hate is revealed. Your brother's a "patriot," clickin' for war, Doesn't even know what he's angry for. [Pre-Chorus: Tense build] [Instrumentation: Drums build with tom-fills, bassline gets more distorted] [Vocalist: Male, rising to a shout] [Mood: Building rage] An empty gut and a vacant stare! (THEY NEED A SCAPEGOAT!) You're the tinder and the fuel, just gaspin' for air! (SO THEY BUILT THE FIRE!) [Chorus: Explosive, chaotic, staccato] [Instrumentation: Full band crash, heavy industrial guitar riff, pounding drums] [Vocalist: Male, raw scream, percussive shouts] [Mood: Furious, chaotic, anthemic] SYSTEM: blame engine! ;- (Find your enemy!) TARGET: locked! ;- (Hate's the new currency!) SYSTEM: blame engine! ;- (It's them, not me!) A FIST FULL OF RAGE FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE! YOU'RE A GEAR IN THE HATE MACHINE! A GEAR IN THE HATE MACHINE! [Verse 3: Cold, rhythmic rap] [Instrumentation: Groove returns, heavier than before, more guitar noise] [Vocalist: Male, rhythmic rap, cynical] [Mood: Cynical, cold realization] So he waves the flag, blames the "other," blames the poor, While the repo man is bustin' his neighbor next door. They got us fighting shadows on a glowing screen, This ain't a "movement," man, it's a murder scene. They swapped the union hall for a digital mob, Fed us rage for breakfast 'cause they sold the job. And the real enemy? He's just... . countin' his stock. [Pre-Chorus: Tense build] [Instrumentation: Drums build, guitar swells] [Vocalist: Male, rising to a shout] [Mood: Building rage] An empty gut and a vacant stare! (THEY NEED A SCAPEGOAT!) You're the tinder and the fuel, just gaspin' for air! (SO THEY BUILT THE FIRE!) [Chorus: Explosive, chaotic, staccato] [Instrumentation: Full band crash, heavy industrial guitar riff, pounding drums] [Vocalist: Male, raw scream, percussive shouts] [Mood: Furious, chaotic, anthemic] SYSTEM: blame engine! ;- (Find your enemy!) TARGET: locked! ;- (Hate's the new currency!) SYSTEM: blame engine! ;- (It's them, not me!) A FIST FULL OF RAGE FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE! YOU'RE A GEAR IN THE HATE MACHINE! A GEAR IN THE HATE MACHINE! [Bridge: Spoken word, tense] [Instrumentation: Drops to just the ominous bassline and a quiet, hissing hi-hat] [Vocalist: Male, spoken, cold and menacing] [Mood: Hopeless, cold] (Spoken) You see... an empty mind is a weapon. And an empty town is a firing range. They let the schools rot. They let the jobs leave. And then they came back... They pointed a finger and said, "It's their fault.". And we... thanked them for it. We aimed... and we fired. [Guitar solo: Chaotic noise solo, pure texture and whammy effects] [Chorus: Double intensity] [Instrumentation: All-out chaotic, heavy, pounding] [Vocalist: Male, desperate, raw screams] [Mood: Total, violent climax] SYSTEM: blame engine! ;- (Find your enemy!) TARGET: locked! ;- (Hate's the new currency!) SYSTEM: blame engine! ;- (It's them, not me!) A FIST FULL OF RAGE FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE! YOU'RE A GEAR IN THE HATE MACHINE! A GEAR IN THE HATE MACHINE! [Outro: Chanted, fading with industrial noise] [Instrumentation: Fades out with the heavy bass riff and factory sounds] [Vocalist: Male, chanting, layered] "Rusted shut! Rusted shut!" "Rusted shut! Rusted shut!" "Rusted shut..." System failure.. . System... . failed. [END]
