GLITCH CONE

(Intro)

(Digital feedback / Low-frequency hum)

B-B-Boy...She won't even l-l-look

Unless you're driving that f-f-food truck.(Distorted mechanical shriek)

Shh.

(Verse 1 - 150 BPM, Dark Trap / Glitch)

Stalking the h-h-hot concrete, stomach vibrating

Pr-pr-pressure building under a dying sun

Looking for a flavor, looking for a k-k-kill

A neon hallucination in the h-h-haze

Suddenly the s-s-signal breaks, bells screaming

Static colors bl-bl-bleeding down the block

Licking her lips, she n-n-needs the rush

Driven by the p-p-pulse of the tires.

(Chorus - Sad-Pop / Heavy Glitch Dubstep)

The b-b-bells are calling her name

She's addicted to the g-g-game

(Drop: Brutal distorted growls / Bit-crushed bass)

Sugar m-m-magic, frozen in a nightmare Waiting on the m-m-man for the cream

(Digital glitch: cr-cr-cr-cream)

Drip, d-drip... sliding down

A piece of paradise she f-f-found.

(Shh)

(Verse 2 - Cold, rapid delivery)

Shoulders on the l-l-ledge, staring at the plastic

Eyes scanning the m-m-menu like a ghost

"Tell me your n-n-name, give me the special

The one that isn't for a-a-anyone else.

"He grabs the w-w-wafer, a custom-built void

Heavy weight in a t-t-toasted cone

Handing over treasure, a s-s-secret inside

A fever dream she can't even h-h-hide.

(Bridge - Half-time, Horror-carnival atmosphere)

Roasted n-n-nuts on top

Black f-f-fudge in the center

(Slow, heavy bass thuds)

L-l-losing her mind

Leaving the w-w-world behind

(Glitch: d-d-d-d-drip)

Melting on her ch-ch-chin

Total surrender.

(Chorus - Maximum Chaos / Hybrid Trap)

The b-b-bells are calling her name

She's addicted to the g-g-game

(Drop: Aggressive industrial synths / Carnival melody from hell)

Sugar m-m-magic, frozen in a nightmare

Waiting on the m-m-man for the creamDrip, d-drip... sliding down

A p-p-piece of paradise she f-f-found.

(Outro - Low-fi, crumbling audio)

Wipes it off and g-g-grins...A hollow, empty grin.

(D-d-drip... drip...)

Man... you r-r-really shoulda got a food truck.(Mechanical snap)

(Shh)