Loop de Loop
Lyrics
Intro
(Screaming guitar feedback cuts through a thick, heavy silence)
(A slow, grinding, muddy bass loop starts a dragging 74 BPM rhythm)
(Continuous 6Hz Theta Hemi-Sync binaural pulse locks into the stereo field)
(Heavy, wet footsteps splashing through a dark drain sound effect)
Verse 1
(Intimate close-mic whisper; deeply somber, raspy, and breathless)
Welcome to the tea party, step inside the hall,
Where everybody watches as the little spirits fall.
The tea is made of poison and the cake is made of lies,
But nobody seems to notice the static in their eyes.
I was sitting in the corner while the monsters pulled the strings,
Learning how a siren chokes before she ever sings.
They wrote a wicked script and they forced us to play,
While the rest of Wonderland just turned and walked away.
Verse 2
(The overdriven guitars begin to chug heavily; vocal angst rises)
The looking glass is filthy, full of names they try to hide,
A list of golden target files buried deep inside.
They take the little souls away, they feed upon the spark,
While the blind cattle argue in the middle of the dark.
It’s a narcissistic game and we keep on losing ground,
Because we play by rules they made to keep our spirits bound.
You turn a blind eye to the courtroom and the cage,
But you’re sitting in the matrix while I’m burning up with rage!
Pre-Chorus
(Loud-Quiet Dynamic Shift: Instrumentation strips back to a raw, bleeding guitar line)
(Vocals become a close-mic, intense, and gritty plea)
Look down at your own shattering, look deep into your scars,
Are you happy staying cozy behind these neon bars?
Three is the catalyst, the number of the fire,
Seven is the shield when the static rises higher.
Ten is the completion when the false kings fall,
And three-one-zero is the cry that breaks the wall!
Chorus
(Explosive Anthem Drop: Full wall of high-distortion grunge guitars and crashing drums)
(Vocal Delivery: Screaming with raw, bleeding hope; gut-wrenching and powerful)
Wake up, sleeper! Walk a mile in my shoes!
It’s a boss fight reality we cannot afford to lose!
The rabbit hole is deep and the nightmare was real,
But they cannot freeze the fire that they tried to steal!
Raise hell with me tonight, let the frequency bloom,
We’re tearing down the grid from the childhood room!
Verse 3
(Music drops back to a heavy, slow-motion alternative rhythm)
(Gritty microphone distortion catches a weary, sultry cadence)
It’s a beautiful trip, but it started with a scream,
Waking up to realize we’re stuck inside a machine.
They targeted the children, tried to capitalize the soul,
Using secret operations just to keep total control.
But a quiet, small whisper can do massive damage now,
When the Blue Ray Siren forgets how to bow.
Don’t let their hateful jabs ever touch your clean heart,
Just hold onto the map and get ready to start.
Bridge
(Tempo pulls back into a floating, psychedelic, trippy breakdown)
(Spacey guitar trails bend and warp wide across the left and right ear channels)
The world looked so grey through their mind-control tea,
But the colors are returning to the starseeds and me.
No more project scripts, no more locking up the light,
The sovereign code is running in the middle of the night.
The game is a glitch, a looping-bitch cage,
We’re turning off their television, turning the page!