[Instrumental Intro – helicopter rotor loop degrading into rhythmic thud, detuned 7-string Drop A riff slams in with suffocating palm-mutes, feedback choking, industrial drums locked like machinery, bass sub rumble crawling] [Verse 1 – tight muted riff, bass welded to kick, drums rigid 6/8 with no swing, voice flat and drained] Come closer, don’t hesitate The drones already know our shape Come closer, don’t look up The screen decided we’re enough Take my hand, don’t think twice They logged the moment you blinked Step sideways out the frame Disappear where the light won’t sink [Verse 2 – second guitar an octave up, unstable whammy dips, bass slides like falling metal, voice tense] You taste like iron, smoke, and fear I move like something that shouldn’t be here Press your weight into my chest Heartbeat counting down the rest Fall through cracks they didn’t map Between the strike and the aftermath There’s a space they never scan Where the numbers lose the plan [Instrumental – sudden half-time collapse, kick like a failing heart monitor, siren synth detuning, distant radio chatter warping] [Pre-Chorus 1 – clean guitar choked with delay, sub-bass hum, rim clicks like bone taps, whispered vocal] All lenses blind All signals rot All prayers expired But the body hasn’t stopped [Chorus 1 – guitars crush in octaves, gang vocals sound buried, bass distorted and swelling] Next breath stolen from your mouth Next second cut and spliced out Drag it long so it looks clean Make the violence hard to see Next pulse under my hand Next grid line disconnects We are the error they can’t fix We are the flaw they won’t admit [Verse 3 – main riff returns heavier, harmonic squeals like alarms, voice cold and detached] Next bottle still warm on the floor Next shadow not yours anymore Next vow that was never meant Next truth tagged permanent Next silence after the scream Next dream removed mid-scene [Verse 4 – doubled guitars, ride bell sharp and cruel, voice half-growled] Next city folded into ash Next skyline pixel-smashed Next lie told without a face Next touch treated like a trace Next war already won Before we ever run [Instrumental – clean arpeggios drown in reverb, vocoder breaths loop like a failing ventilator] [Middle 8 – bass pulse alone, clean guitar barely holding pitch, voice intimate but hollow] I watched the feed turn monochrome Watched the world forget its bones Here your skin against my ribs Is just a pause they didn’t script I’d burn every orbiting eye Just to stall the end one night [Instrumental Solo – chaotic Reapers attack: killswitch choking notes, dive-bombs collapsing, double-time drums like panic] [Pre-Chorus 2 – same music, voice fractured, layered harmonies slipping sharp] All targets gone All circuits bleed All empires stall But the body still needs [Chorus 2 – same as Chorus 1, gang vocals louder, more distorted, almost unintelligible] [Final Chorus – tempo lifts slightly, drums full double-time, guitars stacked and dissonant, vocal screaming past control] Come closer, don’t pretend There’s a future left to spend Go somewhere off the map Where the past can’t pull us back Burn the code Erase the name Trade tomorrow for the pain We are the sickness in the math We are the static in the path We are what’s left after the blast [Instrumental Outro – main riff repeats, feedback swells into piercing whine, siren bends downward, sudden hard cut] [Outro – whispered, dry, no effects] Next… Next… Next…
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