Intro – Soft & Creepy, Spoken-Word Over Haunting Piano)
(Spoken, eerie tone)
Oh, what a lovely little party…
What’s that? You don’t wanna stay?
Too bad.
(Whispered melody, glitchy beats start creeping in)
Tiptoe, tiptoe, through the graveyard,
Dripping in designer, looking like a death god.
Sippin’ on venom with a silver straw,
And I just found out that I love the taste of war.
(Pre-Drop – Tension Building, Rising 808s & Screeches)
(Rap Flow, building up in intensity)
Rats in the walls, I can hear ’em all chitter,
Demons in my DMs, talkin’ real bitter,
Lace the champagne, cyanide confetti,
If I go down, then we all go—
(Silence… then a whisper)
“Boom.”
(DROP – HEAVY METAL x TRAP EXPLOSION)
(Screamed)
BITE DOWN—CHEW IT UP!
EVERYBODY WANNA TASTE DESTRUCTION!
CUT THE LIGHTS, SET IT OFF,
DANCE WITH THE DEVIL LIKE A BLOODSTAINED WALTZ!
(808s, distorted guitars, rapid-fire hi-hats, and glitchy sirens go crazy here.)
(Post-Drop – Chant-like Hook, Anthemic & Catchy)
Oh! Oh! Welcome to the show!
Got a front-row seat to the final blow!
Tear it up, set the sky on fire,
Who needs love when you’re dancing on wires?
(Verse 2 – Bouncy, Trap Groove with Sinister Undertones)
Blood-red Rolex, ticking like a bomb,
Told the Grim Reaper, “Let’s get it on!”
Moshpit etiquette: elbows up,
And if you ain’t dead yet—well, good luck!
(Pre-Drop 2 – Energy Building Again, Like a Rollercoaster Upwards)
(Spoken, glitched-out voice)
“System failure… system failure…”
(Beat slows down, distorted synths swell up like a horror movie soundtrack.)
(Whispered, teasing the chaos to come)
Go ahead… press the button…
(DROP 2 – EVEN HEAVIER, BASS PUNCHES LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN)
(Screamed)
WELCOME TO YOUR NIGHTMARE!
NO ESCAPE, NO REPAIR!
BLOW IT UP, TEAR IT DOWN,
WATCH IT ALL BURN TO THE GROUND!
(Glitchy breakdown, robotic errors, everything distorting into a black hole of sound.)
(Bridge – Sudden Shift, Haunting & Beautiful Melody, Almost Hyperpop-Like)
(Sung, soft and eerie, like a lullaby in a burning house.)
Lights out, lights out, turn the world to static,
Don’t need a hero—let it end dramatic…
Strike the match, let the fire rain down,
Sing along when we all hit the ground…
(Final Drop – Grand Finale, Full-Blown Musical Chaos)
(Mixing screaming, hyperpop-style vocal chops, and orchestral madness.)
Oh! Oh! Welcome to the show!
Fireworks made of bones and smoke!
Hands up! Now we hit repeat!
Singing la-la-la in a dead-end street!
(Outro – Soft & Twisted, Everything Fades to an Eerie Music Box Melody)
(Whispered, as if from the other side of reality.)
Tiptoe, tiptoe, through the graveyard…
Dripping in designer, looking like a death god…
(Sound of static… then silence.)
EXXILE
