Terminal Velocity

[Intro]
(Whispered, gravelly voice)
Drop... drop... drop...
(Explosion of sound: Heavy percussion and a rhythmic, "chugging" guitar riff)
GO!
[Verse 1]
Dust in my lungs, the sky is turning chrome
Scanning the horizon, light-years from home
The ping on the radar, the hum in the air
I see the white shell, I see the cold glare
(The ARC is watching...)
The drone swarm descends like a silver tidal wave
Is this a scavenge mission or a shallow grave?
I got the tech, I got the core in my pack
But there’s a laser-sight burning a hole in my back.
[Pre-Chorus]
(Bass drops out, eerie electronic synth takes over)
They’re in the treeline.
They’re in the scrap.
Human or machine?
It’s a localized trap.
(Building intensity)
I see the flare! I see the smoke!
Give me the air before I choke!
[Chorus]
RUN.
To the extraction, don't look behind!
The ARC is screaming inside of my mind!
FIGHT.
Through the Raiders, through the lead!
Trade my soul for the gear I need!
Feet on the metal, heart in the red
One mile to glory or one inch from dead!
(Extraction... extraction...)
[Verse 2]
(Rapping style, fast-paced)
Switch the mag, check the corner, keep the pace high
Another squad is flanking under the shattered sky
They don't want the machines, they want what I found
They’d rather see my blood soaking into the ground
The Big Brother’s stomping, the ground starts to quake
How much pressure can a scavenger take?
(Riff gets heavier, more dissonant)
I’m not a hero, I’m just a ghost in the rain
With a bag full of copper and a head full of pain!
[Bridge]
(Slow, heavy breakdown—half-time tempo)
SURRENDER. (No!)
DELIVER. (Go!)
THE MACHINE. (Knows!)
EVERYTHING.
(Screamed)
IT’S COMING DOWN!
THE SKY IS FALLING!
GET TO THE ZONE!
GET TO THE ZOOOONE!
[Chorus]
RUN.
To the extraction, don't look behind!
The ARC is screaming inside of my mind!
FIGHT.
Through the Raiders, through the lead!
Trade my soul for the gear I need!
Feet on the metal, heart in the red
One mile to glory or one inch from dead!
[Outro]
(The sound of a ship’s engines roaring to life)
Almost there...
(Static interference)
I’m out.
(Music cuts abruptly to the sound of a mechanical beep and a single, low bass note)
Extraction complete.

(The song opens with a thick, down-tuned industrial bass riff—heavy on the distortion) style of Nu-metal