[Pre-Chorus / The Tension Crank](The Brazilian funk drums cut out entirely into a dead vacuum. The only percussion left is a real human heartbeat accelerating to a manic, impossible speed. The ancient Carnyx war horn returns in the low-end, blowing a continuous, terrifyingly deep brass drone that slowly rises in pitch alongside an aggressive, scratching folk fiddle line.)Vocal (Fast, frantic, whispering rap cadence):The woods are closing, the pressure is immense,The absolute paranoia’s breaking down the final fence.Don't blink, don't breathe, don't look behind your eyes,The universe is splintering and tearing through disguise!(The pounding heartbeat gets deafeningly loud, suddenly interrupted by a chaotic chorus of multiple different voices all laughing directly over one another in complete, maniacal madness.)Vocal (Gravelly, echoing whisper placed dead-center in the mix): Riddle me this... I’m lighter than air but the strongest man cannot hold me for more than a few minutes. What am I?Vocal (Screamed over the terrifying, endless laughter through an overdriven megaphone effect): KILL 'EM ALL WITH A SMILE![Chorus / The Mind-Melting Drop][BEAT DROP - MAXIMUM SONIC AGGRESSION AND DISTORTION](The track collapses into absolute sensory overload. A massive, heavily distorted acoustic string melody screams at the top of the mix, layered over a crushing, 145 BPM industrial-style boot stomp. The Carnyx war horn mimics a roaring beast, shrieking through a heavy fuzz pedal. The background is flooded with the rhythmic tribal chant and unstoppable, hysterical cackling.)STOMP THE RAW DIRT TILL THE BEDROCK SHAKES! (Crowd chant: HO-HA!)LOOK AT THE PSYCHEDELIC MONSTER THAT IT MAKES! (Crowd chant: HO-HA!)BACKWOODS PRIMAL PHONK RIPPING HOLES THROUGH THE AIR!TELL 'EM THAT WE'RE CRAZY AND WE AIN'T GOING NOWHERE!(Crowd shout: WHOOP! WHOOP!)No boundaries can hold us, no warnings in our sight,The punchline is coming, and it's killing the nightVocal (Melodic, hyper-catchy, rhythmic cadence):Run, run, run, you better run from the sound,Before the laughter spreads and covers the ground!Run, run, run, yeah you better take flight,We are choking on the jokes in the valley tonightEzra (Slowing down, whispering like an exhausted breath): Peace... achieved... at last...(The track is completely dead silent for two full seconds. Suddenly, right up close against the microphone, a single, terrifyingly quiet, sinister chuckle whispers out.)Vocal: Heh...Vocal (Fading, glitched-out final audio artifact): Riddle
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