Algorithm

(( Begin with no conventional drums—only a deep electronic pulse, faint electrical interference, and the dry sound of a thumb repeatedly tapping glass. Claustrophobic and close-miked. Fifth style harmonies))

((ALGORITHM: calm and intimate, almost reassuring. Light digital doubling beneath selected words. Do not perform as a cartoon robot.))

You came here full.

((One-beat silence. Low distorted bass enters.))

I fixed that.

((A brittle, palm-muted guitar begins a mechanical two-note pattern.))

I learned the shape your boredom makes

And pressed myself into it.

((Percussion assembles one piece at a time: muted kick, metallic click, clipped snare. Each following word lands alone on a hard beat.))

Feed.

Fill.

Flick.

Forget.

((Full groove enters. Thick post-grunge bass, syncopated industrial guitar, restrained drums. Vocal remains unnervingly conversational.))

I serve the meal in finger-lengths—

Somebody’s fear,

Somebody’s face,

Somebody furious in a parked car

Explaining everything.

((Guitars widen. Drums become heavier but remain rigid and mechanical. A distorted whisper repeats “stay” underneath the lead vocal.))

You take in all that they can give you…

Open wide.

You don’t have to like it.

You only have to stay.

((Brief heavy breakdown. Each word is punched by guitar, bass, and kick together. Increase digital corruption after every line.))

Feed.

Fill.

Flick.

Forget.

((Abrupt total silence. Remove all processing and ambience. RANDO DUDE enters completely dry, exposed, and slightly confused—the first genuinely human-sounding voice.))

I wasn’t hungry when I came here.

((Hold the silence long enough to become uncomfortable. One bright phone-notification sound. Deep sub-bass swells underneath.))

((ALGORITHM: Extremely close whisper, calm and satisfied.))

You are now.

((Massive single distorted guitar impact, then immediate dead stop. No fade, no trailing reverb.))