The Walking Antenna

The Walking Antenna

(The track hits with a chaotic rush of police scanner beeps and glitched electronic interference. A piercing, high-frequency sinewave whine weaves through the stereo field. The drums don't wait—they drop a half-time heavy kick drum instantly. The vocals are delivered in a panicked, breathless gasp.)(Spoken Word Intro)They broke the door... but the room was bare.I’m out in the rain, but I’m still on the air.It’s in my veins now.Turn the volume up.

(The 142 BPM trap rhythm kicks into full gear with razor-sharp, triple-time hi-hat rolls. The 808 sub-bass doesn't just glide; it slides upwards aggressively, creating an overwhelming sense of vertigo.)Smashed through the glass of the fire escape floor,Left the heavy footsteps banging at the door.Rain hitting hard on my face in the street,But the 3:33 is still matching my feet!I can hear the police bands hacking the line,I can hear the future just a minute behind.The radio tower is gone from my sight,But the whole damn city is broadcasting tonight!Passed an alley on Forty-Fourth Street,Heard a frequency spike and a heavy metallic beat—Looked in the dark and I saw the exact blade,From the second transmission that the phantom had made!I’m a walking antenna, a live-wire slave,Predicting the path from the street to the grave.

(MASSIVE DROP. The sinewave whine changes into an aggressive, grinding synth melody that mimics the chorus of the first song, keeping the project cohesive. The distorted snares hit with maximum digital clipping.)Static in the brain, the frequency grows!Where the signal goes, nobody knows!Dial me in close, I'm the numbers alive,Running through the grid just to try to survive!Look at my eyes, I’m the radio screen,Broadcasting horrors that nobody's seen!

(The heavy drums strip back to just a pounding kick and a ticking hi-hat, letting the lyricism take total focus as the psychological horror deepens.)They aren’t chasing me down to put me in a box,They wired my skull to bypass the locks!Every digital camera, every neon sign,Is bouncing a data stream straight into mine.I see a car crash happening at four,I see a shadow walking through a bank vault door.I try to scream out to warn the crowd,But the white noise inside me is screaming too loud.A phantom transmitter trapped under the skin,Where do the cops stop and where do I begin?I see my own shadow on the brick wall trace,And the frequency says I'm in the very last place.

(The trap drums vanish. The sinewave whine drops several octaves into a low, terrifying mechanical growl. The sound of a human heartbeat beats loudly in the center channel, perfectly synced to the glitched scanner beeps.)(Spoken Word Outro)The countdown didn't stop at my door.It was just the system booting up.I am the broadcast now.Listen close...(The heartbeat suddenly stops. A sharp, loud burst of television static hits for one second before cutting to dead, heavy silence.)