[Intro - drunken lo-fi guitar, amp hum, fluorescent room noise, distant pub chatter, whispered/shouted vocal] No witnesses... No crime... Keep it together— [Verse 1 - fast 180 BPM garage punk, sloppy live drums, distorted drop-A guitars, raw serious vocal] Door slammed shut, lock it tight, Fluorescent buzz, sickly light. Mirror says I’ve lost the plot— But survival’s all I’ve got. Hands are shaking, stakes are high, Truth is something I’ll deny. Paper thin, time is gone— Gotta fix what’s gone so wrong. [Pre-Chorus - brief slowdown, tense bass pulse, toms building, guitar feedback] Heartbeat racing… don’t look back… Cover tracks… erase the fact… [Chorus - huge hardcore gang vocals, catchy punk hook, crushing drop-A djent guitars underneath] FLUSH IT AND DENY EVERYTHING! Truth don’t mean a single thing! If they ask, I wasn’t there— Must’ve been the broken air! FLUSH IT AND DENY EVERYTHING! Hear that porcelain choir sing! Spin the story, play it cool— Innocence is just a tool! [Post-Chorus - chaotic punk riff, gang shouts, feedback squeals] FLUSH! DENY! ALIBI! WALK— AWAY! [Verse 2 - faster and more frantic, loose garage drums, distorted bass, abrasive drop-A guitars] Footsteps echo down the hall, Someone’s knocking on the stall. “Yo, you good?”—yeah, I’m fine— Just committing the perfect crime. Spray the scent, mask the sin, Hold my breath, keep it in. Check the shoes, check the floor— Leave no trace, close the door. [Pre-Chorus - sudden half-time feel, bass and toms building, rising guitar noise] Face composed… act it right… Disappear into the night… [Chorus - massive gang vocals, punk speed, heavy djent accents] FLUSH IT AND DENY EVERYTHING! Let confusion take the ring! Blame the pipes, blame the drain— Someone else can take the blame! FLUSH IT AND DENY EVERYTHING! Let the guilty conscience sting! Walk away, don’t break stride— Truth is something you can hide! [Bridge - stripped back, dark bass drone, distant fluorescent hum, spoken/shouted vocal] History is written by the clean… By the ones who left unseen… If no one knows, did it occur? Or just a whisper… just a blur… [Breakdown - crushing half-time drop-A djent, huge distorted guitars, gang vocals] FLUSH! DENY! ALIBI! WALK! AWAY! DON’T! ASK! WHY! [Instrumental Breakdown - ultra-heavy repetitive drop-A chugs, punk drums underneath, feedback squeals, chaotic crowd shouts] [Final Chorus - maximum energy, 180 BPM, full gang vocals, chaotic punk/djent collision] FLUSH IT AND DENY EVERYTHING! No confession, no suffering! If they gag, just act surprised— “Wasn’t me!”—standardised! FLUSH IT AND DENY EVERYTHING! Let the silence loudly ring! In the end, you’ll walk out free— A master of catastrophe! [Final Gang Chant - increasingly chaotic, drunken crowd vocals] FLUSH! DENY! ALIBI! WALK— AWAY! FLUSH! DENY! ALIBI! WHO— DID— THAT?! [Outro - instruments collapsing into feedback, exhausted vocal, distant pub noise] ...what smell? ...nah. ...wasn’t me. [Quiet whispered vocal] ...blame the pipes... [Final drum hit and massive drop-A guitar feedback]
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