[Intro]
[sterile ambient drones, heartbeat kick, distant alarm tones, filtered radio static]
Containment begins now…
(Wow)
Reduce exposure…
(Sure)
Reduce contact…
(Fact)
Reduce transmission…
(Suggestion)
[Verse 1]
[minimal industrial groove, pulsing synth bass, echoing percussion]
Heat outside and sickness near,
Every surface growing fear,
Masks and gloves beside the flame,
Everything contaminated just the same
[Pre-Chorus]
[rising synth tension, whispered layered vocals, ticking electronic percussion]
Every touch becomes a test,
Every cough disrupts the rest,
Isolation turns routine,
Living inside the quarantine.
[Refrain]
[heavy atmospheric drop, deep bass pulses, hypnotic vocal layering]
Quarantine time
(On the space-time continuum)
I am
(I think)
Stink?
(Sanitize)
Realize
The only plausible survival strategy
(Reality)
[Verse 2]
[groove intensifies, metallic percussion, pulsing sub bass]
Boil the water, clean the blade,
Seal the wounds before they spread,
Separate the sick from well,
Trying not to build a hell.
Pathogens evolve too fast,
Learning from the hosts they pass,
Every breach invites the swarm,
Every weakness feeds the storm.
Children learning distance rules,
Sleeping chambers turned to tools,
Entire cultures reorganized,
Around what must be sterilized.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
[synth swell, layered choir textures, accelerating drums]
The warming world expands the range,
Old diseases start to change,
Boundaries blur from beast to man,
And survival shrinks its span.
[Refrain]
[expanded instrumentation, deeper bass, echo-heavy chants]
Quarantine time
(On the space-time continuum)
I am
(I think)
Stink?
(Sanitize)
Realize
The only plausible survival strategy
(Reality)
[Bridge]
[half-time breakdown, eerie piano notes, distant ventilation hum]
Lock the chamber…
Filter the air…
Count the symptoms…
Watch and prepare…
(Isolation…)
Sterilization
(Desolation)
[Instrumental Break]
[glitchy synth solo, industrial drum barrage, alarm-like guitar swells]
[Final Refrain]
[maximal intensity, layered choir, pounding industrial rhythm section]
Quarantine time
(On the space-time continuum)
I am
(I think)
Stink?
(Sanitize)
Realize
The only plausible survival strategy
(Reality)
Containment line
(Protect the timeline)
Stay alive
(And survive)
[Outro]
[slow fade into ventilation ambience, faint heartbeat bass, distant radio chatter]
Wash the hands…
Seal the door…
Wait for the signal…
And endure…
[Whispered Vocal]
(“quarantine time… quarantine time…”)
… for whom does the bell chime…..?
From the album “Nagatitan“