Track 7: The Golden Cage

Track 7: The Golden Cage ​[Style: Symphonic Industrial Metal, Gothic Metal, Male Vocals, Baritone, Operatic Backing, Heavy, Melodic, Sneering] [Tempo: 100 BPM - Mid-tempo, sweeping and grand but heavy] ​[Intro] [Sound of a high-pitched, synthetic choir singing a "perfect" chord] [The sound of a heavy prison door slamming shut: KLANG.] [A grinding bassline starts to erode the choir sound] [Spoken soft and mocking] (It’s so... bright.) (It’s so... quiet.) (It’s so... dead.) ​[Verse 1] [Orchestral hits mixed with industrial drums. Vocals are smooth and sarcastic] Imagine a place where the sun never sets. No shadows, no secrets, no gambling, no bets. Everyone wearing the same little dress. Cleaning the floor of the slightest mess. No passion, no hunger, no taste on the tongue. Just air in the lungs that is never quite wrung. You work all your life for a ticket inside. To a place where the "you" has nowhere to hide. ​[Pre-Chorus] [Music builds with a fast, staccato string section] [Vocals become jagged] Eternal peace? Eternal rest? It sounds like a tranquilizer... In the chest. ​[Chorus] [Maximum Volume - Epic and soaring but dark] LOCK me out of the GOLDEN CAGE! I don’t want to read the final page! Singing the song that never ends! With a billion of your plastic friends! (Hallelujah!) (Hallelujah!) It’s a shiny prison in the sky! Where nothing is real and you can’t even die! KEEP the halo! KEEP the wing! I don’t want to hear the angels sing! ​[Verse 2] [Heavy guitar chugging. Vocals are aggressive] They scrub out the brain until it is white. They take away the darkness to give you the light. But what is a man without any scar? Just a shiny reflection of a distant star. I’d rather be burning. I’d rather be cold. Than walking forever on streets made of gold. Boredom is the devil that you didn't expect. In the holy of holies of the perfect elect. ​[Bridge] [Music drops to a discordant harp melody] [Spoken in a whisper, panning left to right] Perfect. Silent. Clean. Empty. [Sudden demonic roar] LOBOTOMY! ​[Guitar Solo] [Melodic, neoclassical shredding solo that descends into chaotic noise] ​[Chorus] [Maximum Volume - Wall of Sound] LOCK me out of the GOLDEN CAGE! I don’t want to read the final page! Singing the song that never ends! With a billion of your plastic friends! (Hallelujah!) (Hallelujah!) It’s a shiny prison in the sky! Where nothing is real and you can’t even die! KEEP the halo! KEEP the wing! I don’t want to hear the angels sing! ​[Outro] [The "perfect" choir from the intro returns but starts to warp and pitch-shift down] [Spoken with a sneer] Enjoy... Your... Paradise. [Sound of a flatline tone]