[Intro — fluorescent electrical hum, distant tribal drums, low distorted guitar drone; slow tension, no full beat] [Verse — low smoky female vocal, breathy and dangerously intimate; sparse trip-hop drums, crushing sludge guitar drone, deep sub-bass, dark analog atmosphere] Night hums low... Like florescent light... Darkness shrouds me... Like a gown in the shadow... Sinking down... To my natural level... Don't need Satan... When I'm my own devil... [Pre-Chorus — whispered female vocal with layered breathy doubles; ritual tribal percussion builds steadily, distorted bass throbs underneath, guitars begin to swell] Lipstick on my neck... Taste still on my tongue... I'm too old for this... But much too young... [Chorus — powerful smoky female vocal; enormous downtuned sludge guitars collide with pounding dark techno kick, tribal drums and filthy sub-bass; hypnotic, sensual, heavy] Love me till the dawn... Then I'm gone... Was i even... There... Was I? [Instrumental Drop — crushing sludge riff, pounding 4/4 techno kick, rolling tribal toms, distorted sub-bass, industrial percussion; slow filthy headbang groove against relentless club pulse] [Verse — sudden collapse into smoky trip-hop; close-mic breathy female vocal, dusty broken drums, heartbeat bass, sparse guitar feedback and dim analog ambience] The club vibrates... With the allure of escape... But it's not... Well... It's only temporary... Your bird must be dead... Or all I'd hear... Is the canary... Screeching! Screaming! I'm toxic to a lethal level... That's how it is... When you're your own devil... [Beat Drop — brutal downtuned sludge riff enters over dark techno kick; tribal percussion spirals around distorted bass, hypnotic repetition, raw physical groove] [Pre-Outro — everything violently cuts away; heartbeat sub-bass, sparse trip-hop percussion, distant guitar feedback; female whisper extremely close, intimate and unsettling] Drinks on your tab... Thank you for them... I'm broke in more ways than one... Gaming you... Was just too fun... [Chorus — begins restrained and breathy over sub-bass; gradually erupts into huge melodic female vocal, massive sludge guitars, pounding techno kick and ceremonial tribal percussion] Love me till the dawn... Then I'm gone... Was i even... There... Was I? [The Echo — drums and guitars collapse completely; distant whispered female vocal floating through enormous empty-club reverb, dying sub-bass, amplifier feedback and fluorescent hum] Lowering my lowest level... That's what you do... When you're the devil... [Outro Instrumental — slow monstrous sludge riff dissolving into tribal drums, distorted techno pulse, guitar feedback and deep sub frequencies] [End]
