Small Town Rumors

(A lonely, acoustic slide guitar plucks a dark melody in a minor key. The static hiss of an old radio plays over a deep, pulsing 128 BPM electronic synth. The vocals are dry, intimate, and serious.)

Small towns love a story, especially when you’re down.

If you’re poor or struggling, they’ll talk you right out of town.

Shout out to my single dad, trying to make it through...

They watched us fight the dark, but they never really knew.

I never hid who I was. I never played their games.

So let 'em talk.

Let the bass talk.

(A heavy, slow-knocking 808 snare punches on the 2 and 4. A sharp, ticking trap hi-hat slices through the mix. A dark acoustic guitar anchor drives the groove.)

Eight years old turned to grade school lines,

No insurance in the pocket, falling behind.

The school bought my glasses so that I could see,

And the whole town turned it into modern tragedy.

Whispering in the hallways, whispered on the street,

Like having a little help was a shameful defeat.

Far from being popular, bullied in the hall,

But I stood my ground, never let 'em see me fall.

I refused to play the rumor games, kept to myself,

Didn't need their drama or their vanity wealth.

(The rhythm drops into a deep, sliding half-time trap bounce. A heavily distorted country fiddle enters, playing long, tense notes that blend into the low-end frequencies.)

The girls would sit and gossip, staring at my face,

Wondering how I’m naturally pretty in this place.

They’d envy the reflection, then turn and call me fake,

Living in the bitter, twisted choices that they make.

But I never pretended to be anyone I wasn't,

While the gossip mill is spinning and the telephone is buzzing.

I protected my energy, kept my circle clean,

Whoever wants to vibe with it knows what I mean.

Now they’re watching from the sidelines, looking at the crown,

MVSSY_LVND’s too loud for this little grid town!

(The acoustic elements completely drop away. A heavy, industrial "tick-tock" synthesizer builds velocity alongside rapid-fire marching band snare rolls. A dark, pitch-rising electronic sweep lifts the tension to an absolute peak.)

Yeah, they tried to break my spirit with the words that they said,

But I took that heavy static and I built a stage instead.

No brakes, no limits, watch the system ignite,

We’re heavy festival monsters in the Kansas night!

One, two, three… CHOP THE BLOCK!

(The track violently explodes into a heavy, futuristic Cyberpunk bass drop. A massive, gritty mid-tempo synth rips aggressively on the downbeats with a mechanical "REZZ-REZZ" texture. A distorted, overdriven slide guitar melody accents the dark electronic rhythm over a driving, four-on-the-floor 4x4 kick drum.)

(Cyberpunk bass explodes: REZZ-REZZ, REZZ-REZZ)

SMALL TOWN RUMORS!

(Heavy, sliding 808 sub-bass modulations shake the floor)

They could never break my soul!(4x4 kicks pounding relentlessly)

ROSSVILLE ROOTS!

(Gritty electronic synths tearing through the mix)

Out of your control!

Go! Fight! Win!

Let the drop begin!

(The electronic walls instantly drop away on the downbeat, opening into a massive stadium announcer reverb. A crisp marching band drumline rolls rapidly. The vocals cut through an intense megaphone filter.)

From the girl with the glasses that the school had to buy,

To the gold shining bright under midwest skies!

You can talk all you want, you can make up a lie,

But the red and the black is burning too high!

Give me a D!

Give me an A!

Give me a W-G-S!

(A massive electronic siren blares out on the grid as the riser swells)

D.A.W.G.S let's go!

That's my home!

(The final drop hits with maximum industrial aggression. The cyberpunk groove modulates down to a heavier, darker tone with rapid-fire triplet kick drums and a screeching country fiddle melody playing on absolute overdrive.)

(Bass stabs explode)

SMALL TOWN RUMORS!

(Sub-bass modulations shaking the low frequencies)

WE DON'T BEND!

(Screeching country fiddle over heavy festival bass)

ROSSVILLE ROOTS!

(4x4 kicks pounding)

FIGHT TILL THE END!

(The heavy bass cuts to absolute silence instantly. A clean, acoustic guitar chord rings out softly. The vocal effect switches to a dry, completely intimate studio mic.)

Yeah... shout out to my dad. We made it.

Keep your drama, keep your rumors.

My energy is free.

MISSY LAND... we out.

(The sound of a heavy breath out, then a definitive audio click into total silence.)