D-Class Designation
“D-Class Designation” is built on a dark, cinematic industrial sound, blending slow-burning horror atmospheres with heavy, distorted beats. The track moves between minimal, tense verses and powerful, emotional choruses, mirroring the constant shift between silence and chaos inside the SCP Foundation. Deep bass, mechanical rhythms, and cold synth textures create a claustrophobic, underground-facility feel, while the vocals sit close and raw, as if recorded from inside a containment cell. Subtle ambient elements — alarms, low drones, and distant echoes — enhance the sense of dread and isolation.,Male Voice
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wake up on concrete, cold lights above my head
Orange suit, no mirror, don’t remember what they said
Name was taken yesterday, now I’m just a code
Chains of “for the greater good” pulling all my load
Cameras blink like stars that never sleep
Scientists behind the glass, measuring how deep
They say “remain calm,” like fear can be trained
But calm doesn’t live where survival is chained
[Pre-Chorus]
I walk the line between breathing and gone
Every test begins with the words “Proceed, D-One”
[Chorus]
I’m a D-Class designation, not a soul, not a name
Alive for the moment, tomorrow’s a gamble with pain
They call it research, I call it the end
If I scream in this place, no one’s coming again
I’m a D-Class designation, disposable skin
If I fall, there’s another waiting right where I’ve been
Don’t pray for me now, I was written out fast
In a world where anomalies outlive the past
[Verse 2]
Red lights in the hallway, containment breach
They push me to the front, say “observe and reach”
Something moves in the dark, bends shape and law
My heartbeat’s louder than whatever I saw
A doctor whispers softly, “This data saves lives”
But my blood on the floor tells different sides
I don’t run, I don’t fight, there’s nowhere to go
So I step through the door where the unknown grows
[Pre-Chorus]
Still alive, but I’m already dead
Every order echoes inside my head
[Chorus]
I’m a D-Class designation, not a soul, not a name
Alive for the moment, tomorrow’s a gamble with pain
They call it research, I call it the end
If I scream in this place, no one’s coming again
I’m a D-Class designation, disposable skin
If I fall, there’s another waiting right where I’ve been
Don’t pray for me now, I was written out fast
In a world where anomalies outlive the past
[Bridge]
Maybe I earned this, maybe I didn’t
But fear doesn’t care what your sentence is written
If this is my end, let it be clean
No countdowns, no notes, no “repeat the routine”
[Final Chorus – soft → heavy]
I’m a D-Class designation, erase my trace
File me under “acceptable loss” in a locked-away place
When the door seals shut and the test is done
They’ll mark it “successful”… and move on
[Outro]
Containment holds
The lights go low
Next designation…
Step forward.