Jawbreaker

(The track opens with a stark, heavy industrial sub-bass metronome. A mechanical hammer hits an anvil on every second beat, echoing in a massive virtual concrete room).

Solid steel.

Hard to break.

Watch your teeth.

(Deep, processed bass growl)

MISSY LAND.

Thick skin, but I still feel the heat,

Walking this fortress with blood on my feet.

Layer by layer, the pressure just climbs,

I’m burying secrets to swallow the crimes.

Heavy black boots till the floorboards cave in,

We dig for the root where the monsters begin.

The concrete is cracking, the fever is high,

You wanted a piece but you swallowed a lie.

Spit out the glass, step out of the light,

We won't survive the night.

(The music suddenly completely cuts out, leaving just a clean sound effect of a heavy baseball bat shattering a pane of thick glass)

Jawbreaker! Stomping on the floor!

Jawbreaker! Smashing through the door!

Can't crush it down, no, we don't bend,

We ride this panic right into the end.

Hard as a rock, cold as the street,

Bow your head down to the weight of the beat!

Don't smile at me with those synthetic eyes,

I know the machine that you use for disguise.

We’re hardened by friction, we're ruined by choice,

Static and spit blocking out my own voice.

The concrete is cracking, the fever is high,

You wanted a piece but you swallowed a lie.

Spit out the glass, step out of the light,

We won't survive the night.

(The music suddenly completely cuts out, leaving just a clean sound effect of a heavy baseball bat shattering a pane of thick glass)

(No vocals — A punishing, slow-motion industrial electronic drop. A massive, heavily distorted "cyberpunk" reeves bassline chugs relentlessly on every sixteenth note, accompanied by a staggering, ultra-heavy 105 BPM warehouse kick drum and metallic, whipping snares)

(The heavy drums vanish, replaced by a fast, pulsing techno synth pattern that slowly builds up in frequency. The vocals are spoken directly, cold and gasping for breath)

Solid core.

Heavy iron.

Open fire.

(A massive mechanical lever is pulled, followed by a loud pneumatic steam release sound effect)

BRACE!

Jawbreaker! Stomping on the floor!

Jawbreaker! Smashing through the door!

Can't crush it down, no, we don't bend,

We ride this panic right into the end.

Hard as a rock, cold as the street,

Bow your head down to the weight of the beat!

(The distorted bassline slowly morphs into a rhythmic industrial engine hum, keeping the 105 BPM pulse alive as the high frequencies fade out)

Hard as a rock.

Cold as the street.

Jawbreaker.

(The sound of heavy machinery powering down, ending with a sharp hydraulic hiss)