[Intro: Low-frequency hum builds under sparse trip-hop percussion, vinyl crackle, and faint radio chatter. Neo-soul Rhodes chords drift in like smoke. The mood is tense, like the moment before sirens start wailing.] [Verse: Darkwave groove fused with trip-hop drums and industrial folk textures—plucked dulcimer through distortion, upright bass pulsing beneath dusty Rhodes.] What's the problem Mr. Sergeant? What you lookin' at me for? What's that fire on the mountain? What's the beast at the door? Can't you see that we all Takin' what we can afford? Can't you see that the streets Already runnin' with blood? I think you know how it started And how it must end I think you know how it started And how it must end [Chorus: Witch House gospel—distorted choirs layered with trip-hop drums. Vocals layered in spectral harmony, collapsing into glitch and reverb.] I know I know It all falls down I know I know It all falls down I know I know It all falls down I know I know It all falls down [Verse 2: Industrial folk percussion—metallic clangs and deep toms—paired with subdued neo-soul basslines and darkwave synth textures. Trumpet returns like a conscience haunting the ruins.] What's the matter Mr. Sergeant? Are you losin' your mind? What's the problem with a riot When there's nothin' to buy? All those kids All the things that they were taught Just how quickly they forgot When the collapse began I think you know how it started And how it must end I think you know how it started And how it must end [Bridge (instrumental): Jazz noir piano plays minor sevenths over glitching trip-hop beats. Reversed choirs and analog tape hiss rise like ghosts from the mix. The track grows feverish, breathing in slow distortion.] (Whispered) It’s already begun. [Chorus (reprise): Darkwave synths bloom under a neo-soul choir, live drums breaking through the haze. The vocals feel communal—part lament, part rebellion.] I know I know It all falls down I know I know It all falls down I know I know It all falls down I know I know It all falls down
