Bustin makes me feel good 2

Lyrics

Intro – whispered over distorted church organ feedback, distant Ecto-1 siren morphing into industrial alarm]
1984… New York’s grid fractures.
Paranormal static in the ether.
Four outcasts, proton-charged, rewrite the hereafter…
Who you gonna call when the dead won’t stay dead?
[Verse 1 – hyper-complex triple-time rapcore flow, syllables stacking like ecto-slime layers]
Ivy-league parapsych rejects, Venkman’s smirk sharp as a containment grid breach,
Aykroyd’s wide-eyed occult lore spillin’ Sumerian keys that the suits can’t reach,
Ramis droppin’ quantum theorems while the library shelves levitate and preach,
Hudson late to the party, ex-con wisdom fused with the proton pack’s lethal screech.
Ecto-1 siren wails through Manhattan’s veins like a poltergeist adrenaline spike,
Dana’s cello moans Zuul’s invocation, terror-dog eyes glow in the apartment night,
Louis Tully, balding Keymaster vessel, tuxedo shredded, possessed in demonic delight,
Gatekeeper and Keymaster tango on the astral plane, birthing Gozer’s apocalyptic rite.
Slimer’s green ectoplasmic vomit floods the ballroom chandelier in viscous delight,
EPA pencil-dick Peck pulls the bureaucratic trigger, containment unit locked in the fight,
Ghosts erupt like suppressed ancestral rage when the red tape finally ignites,
Four mad prophets in jumpsuits charge the front lines, streams of ionized light.
[Chorus – massive gang-shouted hardcore roar, layered with industrial chainsaw guitars and cinematic choir]
WHO YOU GONNA CALL?! GHOSTBUSTERS!
Cross the streams in forbidden symmetry, watch reality rupture and combust, us!
Gozer the Gozerian, destroyer of dimensions, ancient god in bureaucratic dust, us!
Stay Puft marshmallow colossus, 100-foot saccharine nightmare we combust, us!
Trap ’em, zap ’em, slam the gate — send ’em back to the ether’s endless thrust!
Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters! Rapcore revolution, we trust!
[Verse 2 – slower, swaggering industrial rap-rock build exploding into double-time metalcore chaos, denser esoteric wordplay]
Card catalog carnage, invisible poltergeist fury flipping pages into fractal dust,
Ballroom Slimer cackles, ecto-slime trails like forbidden alchemical lust,
Dana’s fridge portal cracks open Zuul’s hellmouth, demonic hunger combusts,
Louis sprinting Central Park in torn formal wear, “I am the Keymaster!” he trusts.
Walter Peck, corporate void incarnate, seals the proton traps in regulatory rust,
Overload cascades — containment grid fails, spectral horde floods the city’s crust,
Rooftop ritual, Gozer manifests choice-form: Stay Puft’s grin, marshmallow disgust,
We ignore the warning, cross the streams in quantum heresy, physics combusts.
Marshmallow apocalypse rains sticky white judgment on the skyline’s thrust,
Four lone warriors stand unbowed, proton packs humming with divine mistrust,
City saved by heretics with gadgets and guts, veil resealed but the echo combusts,
Next time the dead rise whispering ancient names… you already know who adjusts.
[Breakdown – crushing half-time industrial metalcore, spoken-screamed over chugging 7-string riffs and orchestral hits]
DROP… THE… VEIL…
(everything cuts to heartbeat kick and sub-bass rumble)
You feel the containment unit crack?
You hear the Sumerian gods laugh?
No mercy for the afterlife’s attack —
WE ARE THE GHOSTBUSTERS, MOTHERFUCKERS!
(blast-beat detonation)
TRAP ‘EM!
ZAP ‘EM!
SLIME ‘EM!
CROSS THE STREAMS AND BURN THE FUCKING PARADIGM!
PROTON ANARCHY — NO GODS, NO MASTERS, JUST US!
[Final Chorus – explosive cinematic climax, full choir, orchestral swells, gang vocals, ad-lib screams]
WHO YOU GONNA CALL?! GHOSTBUSTERS!
Cross the streams in forbidden symmetry, watch reality rupture and combust, us!
Gozer the Gozerian, destroyer of dimensions, ancient god in bureaucratic dust, us!
Stay Puft marshmallow colossus, 100-foot saccharine nightmare we combust, us!
Ghostbusters… Ghostbusters…
(chant fading into ethereal reverb)
Bustin’ makes me feel… eternal.
[Outro – slow, haunting rap over fading industrial drones and ghostly choir, almost esoteric prayer]
From the quantum foam they rose, back through the veil they fade…
Four souls engineered the impossible, souls older than the machines they made.
New York breathes again, but the grid still hums with unseen trade,
Next haunting, next summoning… you already know the call sign, unafraid.
Ghostbusters… forever etched in the ether.
(whispered echo) Who you gonna call… when the veil tears wide?