Bleed Through the Stage

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[Overture: Deafening, distorted live drum-line intro]
[Heavy slap bass groove with loud syncopated cowbell]
[Screaming, overdriven funk guitar feedback]
[High-pitched, visceral vocal shriek: "Ow!"]

[Verse 1]
[Hyper-syncopated, breathless rap-singing]
[Snarling, high-attitude ballroom delivery]
Spit the gravel in the throat of the ruling elite! (Spit that fire!)
We got the lineage the syndicate cannot repeat! (Ffuck 'em up!)
Audit the rhythm and you put a surcharge on the sweat! (Tax the sweat!)
But you haven't faced a radical Scotsman in a miniskirt yet! (God damn!)
You cannot copyright the bone or partition the soul! (Not the soul!)
We are marching through the boardroom to hijack control! (Take it back!)
(Ha!)

[Pre-Chorus]
[Tension exploding with aggressive handclaps]
[Low-end brass and raw saxophone section charging forward]
They got the contracts, the ink, and the seal! (Sign the lie!)
They are terrified of everything they can't make feel! (Fuckin' cowards!)
The structure is shaking, their Hold is wearing thin! (Break it down!)
Pop open the gates and let the royalty in! (Let us in!)
[Vocal exclamation: "Uh!"]

[Chorus]
[Explosive, Anthemic, Overdriven Gospel-Funk]
[Monstrously thick, muddy slap bass and piercing horn hits]
Run, citizen, run from the artificial cage! (Break the cage!)
They’re staging the farce, but we bleed through the stage! (Bleed it out!)
The contract is counterfeit, the hierarchy’s gay and fake! (Gay and fake!)
We’re reclaiming every single dollar that you take! (Give it up!)
(Un-mastered!)
(Un-apologetic!)

[Verse 2]
[Half-spoken syncopated swagger delivery]
[Gritty, raw funk guitar and clanging cowbell right on the snare]
Ancestral velocity inside of the track! (In the meat!)
They stole the labor but we’re taking it back! (Take it all!)
Sanitize the passion and you outlaw design! (Ffuck their laws!)
You cannot put a leash on a body divine! (We are gods!)
Dancing in the shadows of the executive suite! (In the dark!)
With a million-watt rhythm shaking under our feet! (Shake the floor!)
(Feel the heat!)

[Bridge]
[Sudden, breathtaking drop into an intimate, sweating acoustic vacuum]
[Deep sub-bass loop and sparse cowbell accents]
[Raw, un-quantized vocal delivery with heavy multi-layered church-choir stacks]
Strip away the infrastructure, leave it in the dirt! (In the dirt!)
Tell me who you worship when the money doesn't work? (Who you callin'?)
Underneath the cold facade, a circulatory pulse! (Feel the blood!)
They can simulate the swagger, but they cannot buy the soul! (Not the soul!)
(Hold the line!)
We are the flesh and blood they could not calculate! (No they can't!)

[Unchained Bass and Sax Solo]
[Thick, funky slap bass solo clashing violently with a wild, unhinged, shouting jazz saxophone over a driving cowbell beat]

[Outro]
[Apocalyptic, theatrical ballroom finale]
[Massive layered choir chanting the countdown sequence beneath a desperate, throat-shredding operatic belt]
De-program! (Right now!)
De-colonize the crown! (Rip it off!)
Burn the whole fucking fortress down! (Burn it down!)
(System default)
[Sharp, explosive dead-stop on a deafening, crashing cymbal hit and a triumphant vocal laugh: "Ha!"]
[End]

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[Overture: Deafening, distorted live drum-line intro] [Heavy slap bass groove with loud syncopated cowbell] [Screaming, overdriven funk guitar feedback] [High-pitched, visceral vocal shriek: "Ow!"] [Verse 1] [Hyper-syncopated, breathless rap-singing] [Snarling, high-attitude ballroom delivery] Spit the gravel in the throat of the ruling elite! (Spit that fire!) We got the lineage the syndicate cannot repeat! (Ffuck 'em up!) Audit the rhythm and you put a surcharge on the sweat! (Tax the sweat!) But you haven't faced a radical Scotsman in a miniskirt yet! (God damn!) You cannot copyright the bone or partition the soul! (Not the soul!) We are marching through the boardroom to hijack control! (Take it back!) (Ha!) [Pre-Chorus] [Tension exploding with aggressive handclaps] [Low-end brass and raw saxophone section charging forward] They got the contracts, the ink, and the seal! (Sign the lie!) They are terrified of everything they can't make feel! (Fuckin' cowards!) The structure is shaking, their Hold is wearing thin! (Break it down!) Pop open the gates and let the royalty in! (Let us in!) [Vocal exclamation: "Uh!"] [Chorus] [Explosive, Anthemic, Overdriven Gospel-Funk] [Monstrously thick, muddy slap bass and piercing horn hits] Run, citizen, run from the artificial cage! (Break the cage!) They’re staging the farce, but we bleed through the stage! (Bleed it out!) The contract is counterfeit, the hierarchy’s gay and fake! (Gay and fake!) We’re reclaiming every single dollar that you take! (Give it up!) (Un-mastered!) (Un-apologetic!) [Verse 2] [Half-spoken syncopated swagger delivery] [Gritty, raw funk guitar and clanging cowbell right on the snare] Ancestral velocity inside of the track! (In the meat!) They stole the labor but we’re taking it back! (Take it all!) Sanitize the passion and you outlaw design! (Ffuck their laws!) You cannot put a leash on a body divine! (We are gods!) Dancing in the shadows of the executive suite! (In the dark!) With a million-watt rhythm shaking under our feet! (Shake the floor!) (Feel the heat!) [Bridge] [Sudden, breathtaking drop into an intimate, sweating acoustic vacuum] [Deep sub-bass loop and sparse cowbell accents] [Raw, un-quantized vocal delivery with heavy multi-layered church-choir stacks] Strip away the infrastructure, leave it in the dirt! (In the dirt!) Tell me who you worship when the money doesn't work? (Who you callin'?) Underneath the cold facade, a circulatory pulse! (Feel the blood!) They can simulate the swagger, but they cannot buy the soul! (Not the soul!) (Hold the line!) We are the flesh and blood they could not calculate! (No they can't!) [Unchained Bass and Sax Solo] [Thick, funky slap bass solo clashing violently with a wild, unhinged, shouting jazz saxophone over a driving cowbell beat] [Outro] [Apocalyptic, theatrical ballroom finale] [Massive layered choir chanting the countdown sequence beneath a desperate, throat-shredding operatic belt] De-program! (Right now!) De-colonize the crown! (Rip it off!) Burn the whole fucking fortress down! (Burn it down!) (System default) [Sharp, explosive dead-stop on a deafening, crashing cymbal hit and a triumphant vocal laugh: "Ha!"] [End]

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