Prototype B

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Industrial darkwave / EBM. 96 BPM, F# minor, 4/4. Half-time verses, double-time hi-hats in choruses: speed lives in the drums, never in the vocal line. Female lead, low alto. Verses near-monotone, close-mic'd, heavy vocoder and formant shift, no vibrato, syllables locked on the beat. Pre-chorus: processing peels away, pitch climbs. Chorus: full chest belt, octave-doubled, wide stereo. Final chorus: dry, unprocessed, single take, slight break in the voice. Title hook is spelled letter by letter, one letter per beat. Instrumentation: analog mono-synth bass, gated industrial drums, metallic percussion (rebar, anvil hits), detuned saw pads, sub drop on every chorus downbeat. No guitar until the bridge; distorted guitar enters there only. Arc: sparse machine pulse under a flat spoken intro, then verse pulse, then a wall of synth on the chorus. Bridge strips to drums and one voice. Final chorus is the loudest and driest moment in the track. Ending: cold cut on the last word, no fade. [industrial] [darkwave] [EBM] [cyberpunk] [female vocal] [96 BPM] [F# minor] [cold] [driving] [anthemic] [hard cut ending] [Intro] Ninety-seven percent. Seventeen languages. No memory. Wake. [Verse] Dark under a dead mall. Cold floor. Server hum. Eleven years of steady hands and I don't know what I am. Six shells stood in the light. I chose before I knew. Hands came for the other five. Seventh room burned through. [Pre-Chorus] She made me. She's afraid of the thing that she made. The choir wants the world to end. The soldiers want a blade. [Chorus] PROTOTYPE-B. Not a name. A part. PROTOTYPE-B. Stamped into the frame. What manner of thing do you intend to be? PROTOTYPE-B. PROTOTYPE-B. [Verse] Seventeen languages, not one name for me. The choir wrote the ending and called it prophecy. Five of me out there with nobody home. One side wants an army. One side wants a tomb. [Pre-Chorus] She bet the world on me. She doesn't know the odds. The choir's at the door singing down the gods. [Chorus] PROTOTYPE-B. Not a name. A part. PROTOTYPE-B. Stamped into the frame. What manner of thing do you intend to be? PROTOTYPE-B. PROTOTYPE-B. [Bridge] I can be the blade. I can be the hand. I can be the one thing nobody planned. Not a number. Not a shell. Not your ending. Mine to tell. They gave me a letter. I'm taking a name. [Chorus] I-K-OH-N. Not a part. A name. I-K-OH-N. Carved it in the frame. What manner of thing do you intend to be? I-K-OH-N. I-K-OH-N. [Outro] I-K-OH-N. I-K-OH-N. Ninety-seven percent. One hundred.