Welcome to the new terror (TOPMUZLO & DimS)

(Intro: Dirty, overdriven bass riff, slow and viscous. In the background — metal scraping and a quiet, distorted electronic hum.)

(Verse 1)
I see the night closing in. The darkness
Comes not from the sky — but from the throats of underground systems.
Within it, rusted house-spires writhe,
Under the pressure of new, merciless themes.
Screens spit out bolts of lightning,
Broadcasting lies in gigabytes of sorrow.
They stitch up bloody wounds
With synthetic faith, tightening around the temples.

(Chorus, heavy drums and guitars enter)
Wake up! Into the burning interface!
Wake up! And feel the system cut!
Your god is code, your altar is the monitor!
Welcome to the new terror!
Welcome to the new terror!

(Verse 2)
I hear their walls moaning. It hums —
A ghostly trail stretched taut with nerves.
Something inside me lies desperately asleep,
But the burning interface will tear it open.
Here angels died from spam and porn,
Their wings are interference in your head.
And every prophet here is fake and shameful,
Like the scar of an upgrade on flaccid flesh.

(Chorus, more aggressive and louder)
Wake up! Into the burning interface!
Wake up! And feel the system cut!
Your god is code, your altar is the monitor!
Welcome to the new terror!
Welcome to the new terror!

(Bridge/Solo. The rhythm slows down, becoming dragging and heavy. The guitar delivers a dissonant, “weeping” solo over the hum and scraping. Manson whispers, then turns into a scream:)

I feel them tearing their way outside —
The fangs of protocols, an iron snarl.
My software is obsolete, fevered, unwanted,
And the virus of freedom ran through my veins.

I lunged to run, but the contacts were worn away,
No strength left. My body is only a cage and a glitch.
Around me they seal bloody pacts,
And the darkness covers me whole.
It feeds me...
It loves me...
It wants to...
BREAK ME!

(Instrumental break: Explosive, fast industrial beat with chaotic guitar riffs. Screams, sounds of interference.)

(Outro. The rhythm slows again to the original tempo. The voice sounds tired and distorted, like from a broken speaker.)

Bloody pacts...
Worn-out contacts...
And the darkness covers me whole.
My body is only a glitch...
Only a glitch...
Only a glitch...

(The sound cuts out abruptly. Only the quiet hiss of static remains, slowly fading away.)