

(Distorted 808s roll
in heavy, layered with raw tape
hiss and a cold,
pulsing synth pad) FR: Sta-bi-lize the LO-gic,
'cause the SYS-tem wants to SHAT-TER.
No cap, the hea-vy DO-sage is the ON-LY THING TO MAT-TER.
Two hun-dred MI-lli-grams to qui-et DOWN THE VI-SU-ALS,
Wal-king through the FOG of our DI-GI-TAL RE-SI-DU-ALS.
How much of this PRES-sure can a TI-RED HEART DE-CI-PHER,
When eve-ry sin-gle ME-mo-ry is BUR-NING THROUGH THE FI-BER.
FR: Je cherche l'é-qui-LIBRE dans le CHA-OS OF THE NOISE,
Try-ing to find a FRE-quen-cy that BA-LAN-CES THE VOICE.
(Hi-hats start skittering in complex math-pop rhythms,
tension rising sharply)
FI-re-wall is HOL-ding, but the ME-TAL CORE IS MEL-TING,
Am I get-ting BET-ter,
or a DE-CI-BEL DE-SCEN-DING?
ES: To-man-do el con-TROL,
per-o DUE-LE LA CA-BE-ZA,
Trapped in-side the AR-chi-tec-ture OF A COLD A-MNE-SIA.
(Massive wall of sound,
distorted sub-bass swelling with cinematic strings) Sta-bi-lize the VOL-tage,
keep the SYS-TEM FROM THE RUP-TURE!
We’re me-di-ca-ting SHA-dows just to BA-LANCE OUT THE STRUC-TURE.
Be-tween the phan-tom SIG-nals and the SPA-CES WE PRO-JECT,
FR: Je nage dans le VIDE,
and the VOI-CES DIS-CON-NECT.
Yeah, it's a hea-vy DO-sage of the COLD RE-A-LI-TY,
Li-ving in the STA-tic of a BRO-KEN RE-ME-DY!
(The beat drops out completely,
leaving only a haunting,
reversed vocal sample and intimate,
breathy vocal fry) Take a breath,
count it DOWN, let the CHE-MI-CALS RE-ACT,
We're just soft FLESH wal-king on a HEA-VY ME-TAL TRACK.
You want a clean BREAK,
wan-na LEAVE BE-HIND THE GHOST,
Mais le mé-di-ca-ment N'EF-FACE PAS the HEA-VY DOSE. (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) Sta-bi-lize the VOL-tage,
keep the SYS-TEM FROM THE RUP-TURE!
We’re me-di-ca-ting SHA-dows just to BA-LANCE OUT THE STRUC-TURE.
Be-tween the phan-tom SIG-nals and the SPA-CES WE PRO-JECT,
FR:
Je nage dans le VIDE,
and the VOI-CES DIS-CON-NECT.
Yeah, it's a hea-vy DO-sage of the COLD RE-A-LI-TY,
Li-ving in the STA-tic of a BRO-KEN RE-ME-DY!
(The instruments slowly decay into deep reverb,
leaving a solitary synth pulse) Keep the SCRIPT LOCKED.
Don't let the SYS-TEM CRASH.
FR: FIN DU DIAG-NOS-TIC.
(A sharp, mechanical click of a pill bottle closing)
Tiguidou.