[Intro] [Sound: A sharp, digital "glitch" sound like a hard drive crashing. A heavy, rhythmic "ping" sound (like a sonar) echoes every two beats. The atmosphere is filled with low-frequency "brown noise" that makes the speakers vibrate.] [Vocal: Distorted, low-pitched demon voice, panning left to right] "It wasn't me..." [Vocal: High-pitched, chipmunk-speed whisper in the center] "It couldn't be me..." [Sound: A sudden "camera shutter" click—CLICK-FLASH!] [Verse 1] [Beat: A thick, distorted "Log-Drum" bass hits on the 1 and the 3. No hi-hats yet. The vocal is a fast, rhythmic "stutter-rap" delivery.] The-the-the mirror’s cracked and the lights are low We’re staring at the wreckage, nowhere to go The glass is on the floor, the truth is in the wall We’re waiting for the giant to finally fall [Sound: Heavy reverb "boom" on the word "Fall"] You look at me with those hollow eyes Searching for a ghost in a suit of lies. [Pre-Chorus] [Sound: The beat cuts out. A high-pitched, metallic "ticking" like a ticking bomb starts accelerating. A rising "siren" synth grows louder and louder.] The paper’s signed, the ink is dry Nobody wants to be the one to cry We’re circling the fire, we’re waiting for the rain [Vocal: Rapid fire stutter: "Wait-wait-wait-wait-weight"] But everybody’s hiding from the weight of the pain! [Sound: Everything goes silent for 0.5 seconds. A voice whispers: "Found you."] [Chorus] – (THE VIRAL DROP) [Sound: A massive, distorted Phonk cowbell melody kicks in. The bass is a "Wall of Sound" 808 that distorts the track. Every snare hit is layered with a "glass shattering" sound.] WHO’S TO BLAME?! [Sound: Sharp "HEY!" chant] When the floor gives way and the sky turns grey! WHO’S TO BLAME?! [Sound: Heavy metallic "CLANG"] When there’s nothing left and we’ve thrown it all away! You point at the shadow, I point at the sun But we’re both staring down the barrel of the gun! WHO’S TO BLAME?! (Sound: Two industrial hammer hits: BANG-BANG!) [Verse 2] [Beat: The heavy bass stays, but the melody vanishes. It’s just a raw, rhythmic "breathing" sound used as percussion.] Was it the hand that held the match? (Vocal: Pitch shift "Match" up high) Or the one who didn’t lock the latch? (Vocal: Pitch shift "Latch" down low) We’re building monuments out of our debt And wondering why we haven’t finished yet The evidence is buried in the backyard dirt But nobody wants to say where it starts to hurt. [Sound: A digital "error" buzzer sounds twice] [Bridge] – (THE GLITCH BREAKDOWN) [Sound: The tempo feels like it doubles. The vocal is chopped into tiny fragments: "Wh-wh-who-who-bl-bl-blame". A chaotic "drill" sound effect pans rapidly.] If I say it was you, does it make me right? If you say it was me, do you sleep at night? [Vocal: Building into a distorted, "fry" scream that is digitally clipped] It’s a cycle! It’s a circle! It’s a god***n lie! [Sound: A massive white-noise explosion] [Outro] [Sound: All instruments vanish except for the sonar "ping" from the intro. The "breathing" percussion slows down.] Maybe it’s the wind. Maybe it’s the rain. Maybe it’s just the blood inside the vein. [Vocal: The vocal is stripped of all effects, sounding raw and uncomfortably close to the mic] Who’s to blame? [Sound: The sound of a phone line disconnecting—BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Static.]
