[Intro]
(A creeping industrial drum beat locks into place at 140 BPM)
(A heavy, distorted bassline plucks slowly, creating a tense, walking pace)
(Distant, eerie synth melodies echo in the background)
[Verse 1]
[Low, gritty, spoken-word delivery]
You rewrite the story, pixel by pixel.
Turning my truths into something artificial.
I look at your hands, but I’m feeling the knife.
You tell me I’m crazy, rewriting my life.
You took my affection, you filed it away.
A tool in your inventory, static and gray.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Vocal pitch begins to drop lower and sound more demonic]
[Industrial percussion gets louder and sharper]
Used like an object, a toy on a shelf.
You made me question my mind and myself.
Like I don't bleed, like I don't feel.
You fake the damage to make your lies real.
[Build-up]
[Snare rolls accelerate, synth pitch rises]
[Vocals switch to an unhinged, raw human scream]
You tell me to get over it!
You tell me it’s fine!
While you cross over every remaining line!
[Vocals drop to a sudden, deadpan whisper]
The smoke and the mirrors are starting to fade...
Welcome to the anthem that you made!
[Pre-Drop]
[Glitchy mechanical voice tag, panning left to right]
M-M-MISSY...
[The music completely cuts out except for a glitchy, looping vocal stutter]
Gas-gas-gaslight...
[Distorted voice drops an octave]Burn it down.
[DEEP DUBSTEP DROP]
[A heavy, spacey, space-bass drop. It relies on a deep, vibrating sub-bass rather than aggressive screeches yet. It feels heavy, suffocating, and continuous, like being underwater.]
[Verse 2]
[Aggressive, rhythmic cadence, hitting hard on the snare beats]
Now I see the trap, yeah, I see the design.
Just another act in your tragic Clown Show line.
But I am the witness, and I am the judge.
I’m washing away every layer of sludge.
The anthem is playing, the truth is out loud.
I’m finding my voice in the back of your cloud.
[Build-up 2]
[Snare rolls accelerate to double-time, laser synths begin to stutter]
You tell me to get over it!
You tell me it’s fine!
While you cross over every remaining line!
The smoke and the mirrors are starting to fade!
Welcome to the anthem that you made!
[Pre-Drop 2]
[A sudden mechanical sound of a lighter flicking open, followed by a sharp intake of breath]
[MAXIMUM DROP 2]
[The deep bass transforms into a more aggressive, grinding metallic wobble. The drums hit harder, showcasing the transition from sadness to pure anger.]
[Outro]
[The heavy bass drops out, leaving only the stripped-back, creeping 140 BPM drum beat from the intro]
[Spoken, cold and monotone]
You took my love for granted.
But the fuel is gone.
And the anthem is over.
(The beat abruptly stops on a sharp snare hit, leaving an echoing tail of reverb)
MVSSY_LVND
