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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I saw the clerk at the end of the line
Stamping my name with a government sign
He said, “Sign here, then step inside”
Like death was a form I had to provide
My shoes stayed still, my breath went thin
A man in a gray suit let the dark come in
He smiled like he knew where I’d been
And slid me a folder marked “Begin”
[Pre-Chorus]
They take your pulse
They take your name
They file your soul
Like an old campaign
Count to ten
Then lose the light
I heard them say
“Come back tonight”
[Chorus]
Experimental funkiness
That’s how I go
Experimental funkiness
Down below
If I disappear
You know the score
They don’t bury truth
They just ask for more
Experimental funkiness
Experimental funkiness
[Verse 2]
In the basement, there was a velvet door
A humming room and a polished floor
Every ghost wore a plastic badge
Every saint had a numbered tag
They said, “Death is a managed event
A controlled descent, a government rent”
My heartbeat turned to a clicking chain
My whole old life in a filing frame
[Pre-Chorus]
They take your pulse
They take your name
They file your soul
Like an old campaign
Count to ten
Then lose the light
I heard them say
“Come back tonight”
[Chorus]
Experimental funkiness
That’s how I go
Experimental funkiness
Down below
If I disappear
You know the score
They don’t bury truth
They just ask for more
Experimental funkiness
Experimental funkiness
[Bridge]
Oh, I’m not scared
I’m just aware
There’s a red-taped heaven
With a swivel chair
If you ask me why
I came back blue
I’ll tell you straight
They’ve been watching you
[Final Chorus]
Experimental funkiness
That’s how I go
Experimental funkiness
Down below
If I disappear
You know the score
They don’t bury truth
They just ask for more
Experimental funkiness
Experimental funkiness
Details
GeneratedJun 5, 2026
Duration4:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
Techno funk-pop with four-on-the-floor kick, syncopated slap bass, clipped synth stabs, and rubbery cowbell accents; verse rides a stripped groove with close-mic male vocals and playful spoken phrasing, pre-chorus opens with filtered pads and rising vocal stacks, chorus snaps into a bright dance hook with gang doubles. Glitch risers, tape-stop swells, and a neon-clean punchy mix., pop, techno, funk, experimental
Credits
Prompt by
Jasper_Rain
Jasper_RainModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A techno/funk pop song about what really happens when you die and how the government is involved, the songs name is experimental funkiness, fit the name into the song., male
