[Intro: High-pitched digital interference, rhythmic low thumping like someone knocking on a door, cold synth drone]
[Vocal: Distorted, melodic whisper, panned wide]
"We’re still here..."
"But for how much longer?"
[Verse 1: Gritty Dark Pop, aggressive but slow 808s, 90BPM tempo]
I see the uploads, I see the new names
But we’re all just playing in a circle of flames.
The feed is moving but the air is too tight
Like everyone’s waiting for the kill-switch tonight.
Eyes on the exit, hands on the ghost
Watching who’s leaving and who’s staying the most.
There’s a fever in the code, a shiver in the track
We’re looking forward but we’re looking back.
[Pre-Chorus: Rising white noise, sharp metallic "stabs," heavy sub-bass swells]
The signal is shaking, the frequency’s wrong
We’re all just writing our very last song.
You can feel the weight, you can feel the crack
There’s no way forward and there’s no way back.
[Chorus: Explosive Industrial Trap, distorted jagged synths, heavy 808 slides]
It’s the tension, it’s the panic in the wire
A digital city that’s catching on fire.
We’re still posting while the ship starts to lean
The ghost in the code and the ghost in the machine.
Yeah, feel the tension.
(Ad-lib: Who’s left?)
[Verse 2: Minimalist beat, industrial "clanking" textures, breathy melodic delivery]
A few voices left in a hall built for thousands
Hiding in the shadows of the digital mountains.
Every like feels heavy, every play feels cold
The biggest secret that was ever told.
We’re the ones who stayed, the ones who didn't run
Waiting for the heat of a dying sun.
[Bridge: Music cuts to a single, high-pitched electronic whine and a heartbeat]
[Vocal: Dry, intimate melody, extremely close-mic]
Can you feel it?
The way the screen...
Is starting to bleed?
The end is the only thing...
That we all need.
[Sound: A sharp digital glitch followed by a massive, distorted bass drop]
[Final Chorus: Maximum volume, crashing cymbals, layered distorted vocals]
It’s the tension, it’s the panic in the wire
A digital city that’s catching on fire.
We’re still posting while the ship starts to lean
The ghost in the code and the ghost in the machine.
[Outro: Slowed + Reverb, bit-crushed signal fading into digital static]
Still here.
For now.
[Sound: A long, low-frequency hum that abruptly cuts to total silence]
[End]
KANE
