[Intro: The Stupendium]
Something is wrong at Central Tower
We've sent our investigative team to get this exclusive story for you, the viewers of Channel 12 News, and I—
What do you mean—what do you mean they're missing?
Who's doing that? Hold on, hold—cut the feed, cut the feed!

[Verse 1: OodleZz]
Oh, hi, are you looking for the exit?
That's rich, you already signed the clip-chip
Are you proud, betraying your fellow kin?
Running cowardly away, unwilling to take the risk?
It's all so vindicating
Watching you flail and squirm
Your body will be twisted
Let's start the show, it is long term

[Chorus: ivycomb]
Her touch intoxicating
With lips, a kiss of death
She'll leave you barely breathing
So you should hold your breath
You're not fit for the circus
If you can't last one act
She'll put your skills to the test
Prep for the aftermath
[Verse 2: OodleZz]
Hands on deck, operations inbound
Coordination is the key in our compliant compound
It's a symphony of syringes and scalpels
Clench your fist tight as the pain is a handful
I'll help your recovery
We will make you jump for glee
You won't recover from me
We'll help get you back to speed
Will you let me watch you bleed?
Tie the tourniquet clockwise and
Let the blood flow curb as each
Vessel bursts and finds a new path

[Chorus: ivycomb]
Her touch intoxicating
With lips, a kiss of death
She'll leave you barely breathing
So you should hold your breath
You're not fit for the circus
If you can't last one act
She'll put your skills to the test
Prep for the aftermath

[Bridge: OodleZz]
You see him as a villain
Say he's out of control
Can't get his twisted mission
Out of my brain at all
The pain of transmutation
The very thought makes my skin crawl
But the silence of the world around me
Was so potent before I saw what you see
I wish that I could be human
So I could feel every broken bone again
[Verse 3: OodleZz]
Touch is intoxicating
Giving the kiss of death
Bring on the rhythmic dancing
There will be nothing left
Destroy your humanity
Forfeit your will unto me
I'll put your skills to the test
And then you'll finally see

[Verse 4: ivycomb]
His will won't bend for a soul
He's not in it for the money, he's in it for the goals
And his motivation, fair and noble
His risky plans are omnipotent, it's
Leaking out
The cat's come out the bag
The secrets that we hide
Are crumbling our foundation