Hard techno with female vocals, relentless four-on-the-floor kick and metallic clap snaps; verse rides tense low synth pulses and clipped spoken lines, pre-chorus strips to kick, toms, and rising noise, chorus slams with a razor synth stab and shouted hook doubles. Vocal lead stays close-mic and fierce, with filtered whispers, stacked unison, and delay throws on the title phrase. Steel scrapes, reverse hits, and a final snare climb. Bright, punishing, and warehouse-sharp., cello, techno