Static Friction

[Intro] [Slow, heavy electronic kick drum and a snapping snare] [A deep, sweeping synthesizer pad swells] [Verse 1] [Pulsing analog bassline begins] You stand across the room. The temperature drops. A sudden shift in the air. The machinery stops. I measure the distance. A calculated space. The tension is rising. Right here in this place. [Chorus] [The beat opens up with crisp hi-hats and layered synths] Static friction. We do not move. Caught in the center of a heavy groove. The resistance is high. The logic is sound. We are rooted completely to the ground. I feel the charge. I feel the pull. Waiting for the absolute to make it full. [Verse 2] [Music strips back to just the bass and kick drum] The atmosphere is thick. A heavy chemical state. We are locked in a pattern. We are willing to wait. A microscopic tremor. A shift in the floor. I am staring at you. I am wanting some more. [Chorus] [The beat opens up with crisp hi-hats and layered synths] Static friction. We do not move. Caught in the center of a heavy groove. The resistance is high. The logic is sound. We are rooted completely to the ground. I feel the charge. I feel the pull. Waiting for the absolute to make it full. [Synth Solo] [A dark, slinky synthesizer melody weaves over the heavy mechanical beat] [Bridge] [Music drops to a minimal pulse] Do not step forward. Do not step back. Maintain the pressure on the hidden track. [Chorus] [Maximum volume, full industrial synth-pop groove] Static friction. We do not move. Caught in the center of a heavy groove. The resistance is high. The logic is sound. We are rooted completely to the ground. I feel the charge. I feel the pull. Waiting for the absolute to make it full. [Outro] [The beat slowly filters out, leaving only the pulsing bass] We do not move. We do not move. [Silence]