Sacrificed Joy from Busted Toys

Lyrics

Intro
(Heavy Hemi-Sync Wake-Up)
(Continuous 7.83Hz Schumann)
A mystic swim,
through cold abyssal deep.
Where matrix systems,
try to make memory sleep.
The water is heavy,
pressing down on the chest.
As thinned-veil sight,
comes to clear out this mess

Verse 1
Vocal Style: Fragile raspy whisper
Fallen angels,
in the data glow.
White lies crawling,
through the undertow.
Every mirror,
in the midnight grid.
Keeps the things,
we were never told it hid.
I can feel static,
deep inside my bones.
Hear bells of metal,
in the undertones.
Something holy,
locked behind the screen.
Something hungry,
wears the face of the machine.

Verse 2
Vocal Style: Melodic low register
A covert operation,
of deceit with a grin.
And a dark,
narcissistic greed within.
Masking the scales,
of reptilian skin.
Appear like us,
in the shallow blue.
Feeding on shadows,
and nobody knew.
Told her she is sweet,
and full of light.
Ripped out her soul,
through power and control.
She prayed for life,
before putting up a fight.

Pre-Chorus 1
Vocal Style: Deep harmonies
And we are sleepwalking,
through the neon rain.
Hands in the dark,
but we don't know the chain.
If the world is a prayer,
in a broken code.
Then who stole light,
from the child we hold?

Chorus
Dynamic Shift: Harmonic lift
We rise through,
the matrix fire.
Through the lies,
through the wire.
We are more,
than the fear they sell.
More than dust,
in a digital hell.
Keep your heart,
like a lantern bright.
Protect your soul,
from the midnight tide.

Verse 3
Vocal Style: Gritty trip-hop flow
Taken our babies,
beneath lands of the free.
Under polished flags,
and a counterfeit sea.
Every cradle rocked,
by a sick hidden hand.
Every tear like rust,
in the promised land.
I see towers feed,
on silent cries.
See the gold,
in the pupils of the lies.
But the moon keeps watch,
on broken bones.
And night remembers,
what daylight won't.

Verse 4
Vocal Style: Defiant Attitude cadence
Fallen angel fuckery,
enforcing a thriller.
An ambush by guides,
for a soul override.
An attempt to use up,
our own light sparks.
Creating hybrid DNA,
signatures in our hearts
while saying we're safe and putting pedophiles
in our childrens parks.
Refusing to take,
any of the blame.
End credits redacting,
all of their names.
The sinister ghost,
turned completely insane.
Blindsided hearts,
in a recycling game.
Watching fake news,
while they laugh at our shame.

Pre-Chorus 2
Vocal Style: Binaural pulse deepening
So we gather like thunder,
under poisoned skies.
With truth in our throats,
and fire in our eyes.
If they cut out music,
we will learn to hum.
If they steal dawn,
we will become one
with the true sun.

Chorus
Dynamic Shift: Massive lift
We rise through,
the matrix fire.
Through the lies,
through the wire.
We are more,
than the fear they sell.
More than dust,
in a digital hell.
Keep your heart,
like a lantern fire bright.
Keep your soul,
in the midnight rising tide.
They can't bury,
the spark we are.
Fallen but free, we are the lost stars.
Ripping this bogus, movie script apart.

Bridge
Vocal Style: Stripped-back pads
The guitar bends,
like a rainbow body prayer.
Spinning drones,
through the electric air.
Every wound,
becomes a silver key.
Every scar,
a map back to memory.
If matrix dreams,
let it dream us whole.
Let broken saints,
reclaim the stolen souls.

Climax
Vocal Style: Soaring brave power
I am a wreck,
to be reckoned with.
Standing Tall.
Still sinking,
in the abyss
And truth of it all
Saving my soul,
from the angelic fall.
Stepping out into,
the devilish hall.
Of this manufactured,
painful distraction
A glitched timeline.
Facing each monster,
right in its prime.
Turning the leaf,
on a Dark Matter field.
The bloodlines from shadows,
can't pass this divine shield.
Final Chorus
Dynamic Shift: Anthemic surge
We rise through,
the matrix grid fire.
Through the lies,
and the ocean wires.
We are braver,
than the fear they sell.
More than dust,
in a digital hell.
Keep your heart,
like a lantern bright.
Keep your soul,
in the midnight tide.
They can't bury,
the spark we are.
Fallen but free,
wounded stars
of you and me

Outro
Vocal Style: Sleepy breathy whisper
Fallen angels and their fuckery,
broken chains lifted
still unlcean.
Can we remember,
our names again?
Through the dark of the screen, harsh grey static
and Fever-dreams,
fading out the erratic.
We are still, we are here,
we listen close
but its still unclear
We are more,
than their busted toys
That they rip apart,
and give away for sacrifice.
To fulfill false ploys,
built on ancient lies.
While suppressing,stolen voices
shitting acid
on the American dime
And ruling with only Thirteen vampyric incestral Bloodlines!
(Faint arpeggio rolls into silence)

PROMPT: Fix the ending from an abrupt stop to a funky fever-dream, body vibrating vibe with a wavey, slappy bass solo including phantom-wave electric guitar whammys and dope frets and a heavy soul vibrating 360° drums that feel like a melancholic earthquake panning ear-to-ear.