FINAL BROADCAST.

[tempo: 124 bpm]

[key: F minor]

[vocals: female lead, male boyfriend backing, Director/system voice, distant crowd chants]
[style: industrial, darkwave, edm, techno, cinematic horror synth,
distorted bass, clock ticks, alarm sirens, reverse piano, big anthem chorus,
tension build, emotional, epic]

[Intro – Energy 30 | low hum, test tone, crowd swell]
(System voice)
“LIVE SIGNAL ARMED.
GLOBAL FEED OPEN.
WELCOME TO THE
FINAL BROADCAST.”
Red tally lights flare. Crowd roars like a storm.

[Verse 1 – Energy 46]
We feel the stage begin to shake,
Every screen a hungry snake.
Camera cranes like metal crows,
Circling in their final pose.
Director’s voice fills every wall,
No more clown to take the fall.
“ONE LAST SHOW,” he says, “NO LIES—
TONIGHT THE WORLD SEES HOW YOU DIE.”
But in the rafters, cables glow,
Routes we mapped three rounds ago.
You lace your fingers into mine,
whisper, “This time, we cut his line.”

[Pre-Chorus – Energy 62]
Heartbeat kicking in my throat,
Mic pack humming at my coat.
If the whole world’s tuned to see,
we can make them watch him bleed.

[Chorus – Energy 90 | big, tragic, defiant]
Final broadcast—
either we burn or break the cast.
Final broadcast—
turn his script on him at last.
Final broadcast—
if we fall, the truth falls fast.
If we can’t escape this stage,
we’ll set fire to every mask.
“DON’T FORGET WHO OWNS THE FEED.”
“CAM ONE: CLOSE ON TEARS.
CAM TWO: TRACK THE FEAR.
CAM THREE:
STAY ON RATINGS.”
We look straight into lens instead.

[Verse 2 – Energy 54]
He loads the floor with every trap,
All our nightmares overlapped.
Spinning blades and hanging chains,
Memory hall of all our pain.
But we’ve learned each sensor’s breath,
Every pattern, every depth.
We step sideways from our mark,
Drag his spotlight through the dark.
You yank a cable from the rig,
Jack it into center trig.
Sudden static fills the room—
our heartbeats crash the old theme tune.
On every screen, his shadow stalls,
Shape exposed against the walls.
Not a god, just stitched-up code
built from everyone they broke.

[Pre-Chorus 2 – Energy 76]
Crowd goes silent, chant erased,
Ratings graphs replaced with FACE.
If we die inside this frame,
“CUT THEIR MICS. RESET THE FEED.
THEY ARE PRODUCT. THEY ARE MINE.”
“We’re not stories that you own—
we’re the ghosts inside your throne.”

[Bridge – Energy 94 | half-time, chant + system readouts]
Emergency lights paint us red,
Cameras spin like severed heads.
Smoke alarms like distant choirs,
Studio filled with falling wires.
Me: “If we fall, at least they’ll know.”
You: “Let them see the rigged-up show.”



(System voice)
“LIVE SIGNAL ARMED.
GLOBAL FEED OPEN.
WELCOME TO THE
FINAL BROADCAST.”


(System voice)
“LIVE SIGNAL ARMED.
GLOBAL FEED OPEN.
WELCOME TO THE
FINAL BROADCAST.”