[Intro] (Production cue: fingerpicked acoustic guitar, paper-thin taps)
I count the beats with a hollow string — a hollow guitar counts out the time.
Whispers crawl beneath the static haze, a paper tap becomes a chime.
Alien stars, a distant choir, ember eyes on midnight's spine.
(rebloxing defined: rebloxing — shadows rebuild into new designs)
[Verse 1] (Production cue: bowed cello enters, soft pads)
I walk these ticker-tape streets where neon ash rains slow,
VIP mutilation parades beneath sodium glow.
Scare voice on the corner — a whisper like cracked glass,
Orders hiss through alleyways, a joker shadow laughs.
Crossed chords hum a melodic pain, the flame chord strikes the key,
A hollow guitar and bowed cello trade a minor plea.
I watch the city splice itself — chrome, bone, and wire,
Rebloxing folds the broken into a slow-consuming fire.
[Pre-Chorus] (Production cue: swelling pads, rising LFO sweep)
A paper-tap heartbeat, then the wobble starts to grow,
Metallic synth teeth gnaw the quiet, pulling at my soul.
I am a witness, not the hand that lights the match,
But I feel the grin — Joker pulls the strings attached.
[Chorus] (Production cue: Pre-drop swell; Drop: heavy dubstep growl + live snare hits)
Shadow alert — we lose control.
Neon ash rains on ticker-tape roads.
Rebloxing death rewires our hearts.
Joker shadow grins and pulls the cords.
[Verse 2] (Production cue: acoustic fingerpicks counter LFO wobble)
In underground broadcasts, the crime words scroll and burn,
Orders barked in encrypted shots, the crowd begins to turn.
VIPs with paper crowns parade their mutilated kings,
Flame chord screams in alleyways, the night unfolds its wings.
I hear a skitter of vinyl, a record cracked and bent,
A hollow guitar counts out the time — then wobble bass tears open the rent.
Aliens watch with hollow eyes from satellites like scars,
They map the rebloxing patterns of our broken avatars.
[Pre-Chorus] (Production cue: reversed piano hits, tension build)
Crossed chords hum like prison bars, metallic and precise,
The Joker's grin, a semaphore, a signal to the vice.
I swear I saw the rebloxing: shadows stacking like bone,
A ritual in static — the city remakes its throne.
[Chorus] (Production cue: Drop with sub-bass LFO, distorted lead)
Shadow alert — we lose control.
Neon ash rains on ticker-tape roads.
Rebloxing death rewires our hearts.
Joker shadow grins and pulls the cords.
[Bridge] (Production cue: sparse acoustic, whispered vox, rising industrial clicks)
Rebloxing — re-blocking: shadows build new frames from old.
They splice the names, fold the blame, stitch memory with cold.
A hollow guitar, a paper tap, then bowed cello weeps,
Under alien stars, the city harvests what it keeps.
I am the witness with a broken light, I count each falling bone,
Orders loop like ancient hymns and echo through my phone.
[Breakdown / Drop] (Production cue: Full drop — heavy dubstep growl, live snares, metallic synth screeches)
Flame chord screams beneath the neon
