Voltage in the Dark

Voltage in the Dark

[Intro](The track opens with the static scratch of a dusty vinyl record. Suddenly, a high-pitched, buzzing Stylophone loop cuts through the silence, playing a erratic, minor-key melody. A thick, rumbling sub-bass drops in, vibrating low beneath the static.)[Verse 1](The beat drops with a heavy, neck-snapping boom-bap kick and a crisp, biting snare. The vocals are delivered in a hushed, close-mic, menacing whisper, locked perfectly to the buzzing rhythm)Microphone bleeding, the analog hiss,Caught in the current of a cold abyss.Stylophone buzzing like a hive in the wall,Step into the shadows where the monoliths fall.Heavy kick thumpin’ through the floorboards tight,Copper wire twitching in the dead of the night.Sub-bass creeping like a ghost on the prowl,Hear the iron rattle when the wolves start to howl.Voltages spiking, the meters go red,Static in the signal of the words I just said.No switch to flip, no safety escape,Spitting raw venom on a rusted-out tape.[Chorus](Vocals shift into a layered, aggressive, double-tracked delivery. The Stylophone pitch bends upward, sounding increasingly frantic over the booming drums)Shock to the system, the frequency breaks!Count the illusions that the shadow-land makes!Buzz in the wires, the sub in the floor,Knocking like a phantom at the basement door.Yeah, the circuit is hot, the rhythm is grim,Watching the horizon as the lanterns go dim.[Verse 2](The drums drop out for the first two bars, leaving only the raw, buzzing Stylophone loop and the pulsing sub-bass. The vocals start at an intense, fast-paced clip)Dialed to the frequency of static and dread,Circuits fried completely inside of my head.Metal stylus dragging on the gold-plated plate,Every single syllable is sealed by fate.(Drums slam back in with extra percussion)Heavy snare snapping like a branch in the woods,Hoodie pulled low in the bad neighborhoods.Low frequency shaking up the dust on the shelf,Reaching for a power that survives by itself.Can’t ground the current when the wire is live,Only the chaotic and the lawless survive.Listen to the buzz, let the rhythm take root,Crushing every obstacle beneath a heavy boot.[Chorus](The energy peaks, vocals aggressive and prominent)Shock to the system, the frequency breaks!Count the illusions that the shadow-land makes!Buzz in the wires, the sub in the floor,Knocking like a phantom at the basement door.Yeah, the circuit is hot, the rhythm is grim,Watching the horizon as the lanterns go dim.[Outro](The boom-bap drums fade out abruptly, leaving only the heavy, vibrating sub-bass. The Stylophone loop begins to slow down, its pitch dropping and stuttering as if losing power. The vinyl crackle swells before everything cuts to pitch black.)