[INTRO - 16 BARS - INSTRUMENTAL] [Introduce the exact two-bar Drop D rhythm hook] [Overdriven bass doubles every guitar accent] [Live drums enter after 8 bars] [8 bars of bass riff then 8 bars of full-band riff] [No vocals] [VERSE 1 - 16 BARS] [Raw solo male rap over repeating two-bar riff] [Fast pocket delivery with natural breaths] Ten past six | the headlines start to breed Another fucking emergency | tailored to the feed They cut the camera | when a worker asks them why Then roll a smiling spokesman | with a perfect plastic lie Red alert banner | underneath a discount code The anchor reads disaster | like the traffic on the road A family losing everything | gets twenty seconds flat A famous face gets airtime | for a fucking baseball cap Every nervous heartbeat | is a number on a sheet Every click against the silence | puts their money on repeat There's a logo on the outrage | a price on every scream And a hand behind the curtain | of the panic machine Private towers | looking down on rented streets While a silent little ticker | counts the people in their seats They say nothing's being hidden | then they turn the cameras blind Put a price upon your anger | then they call it peace of mind [CHORUS - 8 BARS] [SOLO MALE SHOUTS - tight staccato rhythm] [Each phrase punches with the kick and guitar] [Same rhythm hook drives between vocal lines] SELL THE FEAR! | BUY THE LIE! CUT THE FEED! | ASK THEM WHY! PANIC MACHINE! | PANIC MACHINE! FUCK YOUR PERFECT PICTURE! | WE SEE THE SEAMS! SELL THE FEAR! | BUY THE LIE! CUT THE FEED! | ASK THEM WHY! PANIC MACHINE! | PANIC MACHINE! FUCK YOUR PERFECT PICTURE! | WE SEE THE SEAMS! [RIFF TAG - 4 BARS - INSTRUMENTAL] [Expose the exact two-bar hook twice] [Stop-start guitar and bass accents] [No vocals] [VERSE 2 - 16 BARS] [Fast aggressive male rap] [Keep the main riff underneath every bar] Midnight in the boardroom | every window painted black They study all the outrage | then they schedule the attack They don't need to plant a story | only twist the fucking frame Put a worker against a worker | give the poverty a name No one sees the factory | when the footage cuts to flames No one hears the union speaker | if the headline screams for blame Buy rebellion on a T-shirt | buy a slogan on a shoe Sell the image of resistance | keep the profits flowing through They call the cage a lifestyle | call the wound a chance to grow Their mouthpiece calls it freedom | while the real costs never show Every polished fucking spokesman | wears the price tag like a shield They can edit out the questions | but they cannot change what's real They can rent a thousand billboards | never buy a point of view When the cameras stop recording | who is left to speak for you? They can manufacture panic | they can sell you every side But the one thing they can't market | is the truth they try to hide [CHORUS - 8 BARS] [SOLO MALE SHOUTS - same rhythmic hook] SELL THE FEAR! | BUY THE LIE! CUT THE FEED! | ASK THEM WHY! PANIC MACHINE! | PANIC MACHINE! FUCK YOUR PERFECT PICTURE! | WE SEE THE SEAMS! SELL THE FEAR! | BUY THE LIE! CUT THE FEED! | ASK THEM WHY! PANIC MACHINE! | PANIC MACHINE! FUCK YOUR PERFECT PICTURE! | WE SEE THE SEAMS! [GUITAR BREAK - 16 BARS - INSTRUMENTAL] [First 8 bars repeat signature riff unaltered] [Second 8 bars add wah guitar scratch solo] [Bass and drums keep original rhythm hook] [No vocals] [BRIDGE - 8 BARS] [Half-time drums with tense low rap] [Break into a solo shout on last line] Pull down the banner | let the room go black Name every invoice | bring the money back You sold us the problem | then charged us for the fix Put a filter on a funeral | called it politics Not a product | not a market | not a brand You don't own the fucking truth | because you own the stand! [VERSE 3 - 12 BARS] [Relentless solo male rap] [Original guitar hook returns louder] Look at the lens | then look behind Who buys the silence? | Who shapes the mind? Count all the sponsors | count their friends They call it balance | when the story bends Not your data | not your drama | not a prop in your campaign You can package up the anger | but you cannot own the pain Let the cameras see the workers | let the truth rip through the screen Let the dead air tell the story | of the panic machine [FINAL CHORUS - 8 BARS] [Maximum guitar and bass impact] [Dry shouted solo male voice] [No backing singers] SELL THE FEAR! | BUY THE LIE! CUT THE FEED! | ASK THEM WHY! PANIC MACHINE! | PANIC MACHINE! FUCK YOUR PERFECT PICTURE! | WE SEE THE SEAMS! SELL THE FEAR! | BUY THE LIE! CUT THE FEED! | ASK THEM WHY! PANIC MACHINE! | PANIC MACHINE! FUCK YOUR PERFECT PICTURE! | WE SEE THE SEAMS! [OUTRO - 8 BARS - INSTRUMENTAL] [Repeat the same two-bar signature rhythm four times] [Stop on final low D hit] [No vocals]
