[Verse 1] Blue light spills through the window crack A silent hum, a heart attack The clock face dies, a digital glare A frozen moment in the air Shadows move with a purpose not their own I'm lying there, but I'm not alone [Pre-Chorus] The air grows thick, a metallic taste Every muscle I possess is locked in place [Chorus] They probe the mind, they map the bone! On a cold table, I am not my own! A clinical touch, a silent scream! Dismantling a human dream! Contact....a heavy cost [Verse 2] Eyes like pools of endless black Reading thoughts, there's no turning back A needle slides where memories sleep A secret for my soul to keep They trace the lines of all my fear And whisper things I cannot hear [Pre-Chorus] My history splayed, an open, bleeding wound A specimen to be examined and assumed A puppet hung on strings of light In this ungodly, bluish night [Chorus] They probe the mind, they map the bone! On a cold table, I am not my own! A clinical touch, a silent scream! Dismantling a human dream! Contact... This is the cost! [Bridge] They put me back like a borrowed thing Do I dream their dreams? Are these my hands? A stranger now in my own home I scan the sky with a newfound dread With their cold thoughts inside my head [Guitar Solo] [Not a shred-fest, but a melodic, weeping, and chaotic solo. It should sound like a panic attack set to music—soaring one moment, dissonant and collapsing the next. Use whammy bar dives and eerie harmonics.] [Chorus - More Desperate, More Powerful] They PROBE the mind, they MAP the bone! On a cold table, I am not my own! A clinical touch, a SILENT SCREAM! Dismantling a human dream! Contact!! Whatever the cost! A part of me is forever lost! [Outro] The blue light's gone... the hum is low... [Music begins to fade, leaving only a sparse, clean guitar and the bass] But I feel them everywhere I go... A piece of them in my DNA... [Bass drops out, leaving a single, repeating, ominous clean guitar note] They'll be back...
