Gravity Pull

(Sound of a vinyl record scratching to a halt. A deep, sub-bass hum enters. A distant, echoed voice whispers the hook through a heavy reverb filter.)

Whisper: I can’t stop… I won’t stop…

(A metallic "clink" sound repeats like a ticking clock. High-pitched, glitchy synth plucks begin to build tension.)

(Beat: Minimal. Just a heavy, distorted 808 kick and a crisp, dry snare on the 3. The vocals are low and breathy.)

You make me happy—it’s almost a sin,

Got me trapped in the static, under my skin.

You make me dance like a puppet on wires,

Fueling the fever, stoking the fires.

You’re from out of this world, a cosmic mistake,

A beautiful fever I don’t want to break.

Baby…

(The sound of a heavy mechanical gear shifting)

...I’m wide awake.

(Beat: Explosive Trap-Pop. Rapid-fire hi-hats and a melodic, dark saw-synth lead.)

I can’t stop! (Yeah)

I won’t stop! (No)

I can’t stop!

I won’t stop… loving you.

(The bass drops an octave)

It’s a haunting, it’s a hex, it’s the only thing true,

I’m addicted to the ghost of you.

(Beat: Bass drops out, leaving only a haunting piano melody and a clicking rimshot.)

You make me feel good, then you make me bleed,

You’re the only poison that I’ll ever need.

You make me smile while the world goes to black,

I’m diving in deep and I’m not coming back.

I can get lost in your eyes for hours,

The thorns in the garden, the death in the flowers.

(Vocals start to distort and layer)

For hours… for hours… for hours…

(The music cuts out completely for one second. A robotic voice says: ("Initiate.")

(SICK BEAT DROP - PURE DUBSTEP)

(Heavy, "growling" bass stabs (Wub-Wub). Aggressive industrial percussion. The melody from the chorus is chopped up into a glitchy, high-energy sequence. A siren-like synth wails in the background.)

Vocal Sample (pitched down):

I... WON'T... STOP...

(Full energy. Trap drums meet Dubstep growls.)

I can’t stop!

I won’t stop!

I can’t stop!

I won’t stop… loving you.

(Heavy 808 slides carry the melody)

(The chaos dies down. Only a lonely, distorted synth remains.)

I can’t stop.

(The heartbeat-like kick drum slows down... and stops.)

I won’t stop...

Loving you.

(Sound of a radio turning off—static—silence.)