

(Distorted 808s roll in heavy,
layered with raw cassette tape hiss
and a melancholic, reverb-drenched piano loop) (Ooh-ooh,
yeah...) (Tiguidou...) No cap,
the SYS-tem is O-ver-HEA-TING.
Re-O-pe-nin' this CI-ty LAB,
that's a VIBE check I'm FRAC-TU-RING,
Got that hea-vy PRO-to-COL,
it's my FOUN-da-tion SHAT-TE-RING.
Mon cœur est LOURD from the STA-tic,
a cas-SETTE on a TO-XIC LOOP,
Yeah, you MAKE me be-LIEVE,
but the RE-lapse is a DROP-PING BOOT.
(Hi-hats start skittering in complex math-pop rhythms,
tension rising sharply) We had that MAIN char-ac-ter E-ner-gy,
now I'm SCARED of the AF-ter-MATH,
Are we BUS-sin' a-ROUND,
or a GLITCH on a SHAT-TERED PATH?
Le pa-re-FEU cra-QUELLE, the se-CU-ri-ty STA-TUS DROPS,
Do I O-pen the FILE,
or re-LY on the PA-NIC BLOCKS?
(Massive wall of sound,
distorted sub-bass swelling with cinematic strings) What if it’s WORSE than the
O-ri-gi-nal DA-MAGE? What if we BREAK down the DOORS to the BAG-GAGE?
This feels BET-ter with YOU,
but the PAST was a TO-XIC THREAT,
Don't wan-na TRACE the same SCARS,
it's a CY-cle I CAN'T FOR-GET.
FR: J'ai trop PEUR de re-PLON-ger in-SIDE of the ER-ROR CODE,
What if we DROWN in the GHOST of the ME-MO-RY O-VER-LOAD?
(The beat drops out completely,
leaving only a haunting,
reversed vocal sample and intimate,
breathy vocal fry) 'Cause you MAKE me be-LIEVE in a DIF-FE-RENT PA-RA-DIGM,
Make me THINK that the DREAM is a ME-A-SU-RA-BLE DE-SIGN.
And I'll RUN it a-LONE if the CIR-cuit is BREA-KING DOWN,
But the FEAR'S bus-sin' HAR-der than A-NY-THING I'VE A-LLOWED.
(Don't wan-na FALL to the SHOCK of the BACK-GROUND SOUND...) (Guitar &
Synth Solo / Interlude) (A soaring,
heavily delayed lead guitar cuts through the static,
bleeding into a wall of heavy 808 pressure)
(Full heavy math-pop drop,
dual vocals soaring and harmonizing) What if it’s WORSE than the O-ri-gi-nal
DA-MAGE? What if we BREAK down the DOORS to the BAG-GAGE?
This feels BET-ter with YOU,
but the PAST
was a TO-XIC THREAT,
Don't wan-na TRACE the same SCARS,
it's a CY-cle I CAN'T FOR-GET.
FR: J'ai trop PEUR de re-PLON-ger in-SIDE of the ER-ROR CODE,
What if we DROWN in the GHOST of the ME-MO-RY
O-VER-LOAD?
(The instruments slowly decay into deep reverb,
leaving a solitary synth pulse) Keep the FI-re-wall CLIPPED.
Don't let me HIT the TRANS-MIT.
FR: C'est la FIN du pro-GRAMME. (A
sharp, mechanical click of a hard drive powering down) Tiguidou.