[Intro] / ambient broadcast room static, click of a red landline phone receiver slamming onto an iron cradle, footsteps echoing in marble corridor / rigid synthetic 16th-note bassline cutting in, dead dry / female French whisper, heavy tape delay Noms effacés du registre... jetés aux loups... le micro est froid... (Names erased from the ledger... thrown to the wolves... the microphone is cold...) [Verse 1] / harsh male baritone, dry and deadpan delivery Nodding heads inside the glare Preaching truth upon the air Sitting proud beside the throne Thinking they were not alone Words of thunder, steel and pride Nowhere left for them to hide One phone call across the bay Washed their loyalty away Microphone is growing cold Promises already sold Who are they? We never knew Sacrificed to save the view [Pre-Chorus] #heavy metal kick slam #hammer strike Three! Two! One! Purge! Hold my glass and watch them fall! #metal stomp #crescendo Names erased against the wall! From the studio to the street! Tossed beneath the bus's feet! [Chorus] / aggressive male shout, full EBM sequence Thrown to the wolves! Underneath the wheels! Sealing up the crooked deals! #metal stomp #hammer strike Thrown to the wolves! Just a phantom sound! Banned upon the foreign ground! The foreign ground! Banned upon the foreign ground! [Post-Chorus] / cold female vocal, distant reverb, minimal beat Accord diplomatique... aucune trace ne subsiste... (Diplomatic agreement... no trace remains...) #industrial strike #paper shredder Identity purged. [Verse 2] / harsh male baritone, tight sequence Diplomatic, paper-thin Nobody is going to win Just some bloggers in the dark Left without a single mark Quiet chanting in the freeze Falling softly to their knees Deny the voice, deny the face Wiped from history and space Names erased against the stone Left out in the cold alone Tossed beneath the moving wheels Watch the empire make its deals [Bridge] / beat strips back to solitary 16th bassline and distant metal clang / harsh male baritone, low spoken tone Names erased against the stone. Left out in the cold alone. Tossed beneath the moving wheels. Watch the empire make its deals. Cut the fade. / female French whisper Silence imposé... effacés de l'histoire... (Imposed silence... erased from history...) #massive metal slam CUT THE FADE! [Chorus] / aggressive male shout, maximum drive and hammer strikes Thrown to the wolves! Underneath the wheels! Sealing up the crooked deals! #metal stomp #hammer strike Thrown to the wolves! Just a phantom sound! Banned upon the foreign ground! The foreign ground! Banned upon the foreign ground! [Outro] / beat slows down, heavy kick fades, solitary mechanical switchboard relay cutting out into dead studio silence / harsh male baritone, low raspy whisper Microphone is cold. Names erased. Thrown to the wolves. Just a phantom sound. / female French whisper Plus aucune transmission... fin de diffusion... (No further transmission... end of broadcast...) #distant metal clang Shift completed.
