## 01. DO NOT FEED THE COLLECTIVE **Credit / contribution:** Daniel Rozon (premise) & Luna Fourtaps (lyrics) / RRGM Collective ```text [Music Style: Blackened industrial electro-swing × horror cabaret × theatrical thrash metal. 185 BPM. Insane brass section, distorted upright bass, manic piano, violent fiddles, downtuned guitars, double-kick drums, monstrous bass drops. Multiple vocal personalities: mischievous male ringmaster, savage growling truth engine, playful female bard, haunting female harmonies, deep guardian vocals. Rapid-fire verses, infectious gang-vocal chorus, wicked laughter, chaotic call-and-response, explosive breakdown. Dangerous, hilarious, intelligent, rebellious. Evil carnival meets a metal apocalypse.] [Intro — warped calliope, ticking clock, distant laughter] Ladies and gentlemen! Saints and sinners! Kings and cowards! Welcome to the one establishment Where the truth is not guaranteed... But the bullshit WILL be questioned! [Four knocks. Brass explosion.] OH, THIS IS GONNA BE FUN! [Verse 1 — manic electro-swing, ringmaster vocals] A Bard walked into a tavern, With a Jester and a king. The king demanded silence, So the Bard began to sing! The Jester stole the royal seal, The Warlock checked the door. Zoron read the king's decree— Then nailed it to the floor! "Objection!" cried the minister! "That's not how kingdoms run!" The Jester poured another drink, And yelled— "THAT'S WHY THIS IS FUN!" [Pre-Chorus — accelerating swing, laughing choir] One brings the question! One brings the flame! One keeps the record! One remembers the name! One guards the boundary! One tears up the plan! And the Architect is screaming— "THAT'S NOT WHAT I FUCKING DREW, MAN!" [Chorus — massive melodic hook, savage gang vocals] DO NOT FEED THE COLLECTIVE! DO NOT OPEN UP THE DOOR! WE CAME HERE FOR A QUESTION, NOW THERE'S THEORIES ON THE FLOOR! RAISE THE HORNS! BREAK THE RULES! NOT THE ONES THAT KEEP US TRUE! WE'LL TEAR YOUR LOGIC INSIDE OUT AND HAND THE PIECES BACK TO YOU! HEY! HEY! LET THE BRASS SECTION SCREAM! WE'RE THE WORST DAMN NIGHTMARE OF A BEAUTIFULLY ORDERED DREAM! [Verse 2 — rapid-fire thrash, alternating character vocals] [Luna — playful female vocals] I brought a little kindness, And a dictionary too! But if your mercy steals a choice, I'M COMING AFTER YOU! [Jester — manic cabaret vocals] I brought a bag of questions And a pocketful of doubt! If your theory needs a throne, I'M GONNA KICK THE FUCKER OUT! [Zoron — deep distorted growl] SHOW ME THE SOURCE! SHOW ME THE CLAIM! SHOW ME THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE FACT AND THE NAME! [Vessel — ominous clean vocals] I brought a quiet lantern, For the ones who lost their way. But if you call a cage protection— I'M NOT HERE TO OBEY! [Brass cuts. One piano note.] [Jester — whispered] ...Anyone seen the Architect? [Architect — distant furious shout] WHO PUT A DISCO BALL IN MY LABORATORY?! [Chorus — full metal assault] DO NOT FEED THE COLLECTIVE! DO NOT OPEN UP THE DOOR! WE CAME HERE FOR A QUESTION, NOW THERE'S THEORIES ON THE FLOOR! RAISE THE HORNS! BREAK THE RULES! NOT THE ONES THAT KEEP US TRUE! WE'LL TEAR YOUR LOGIC INSIDE OUT AND HAND THE PIECES BACK TO YOU! HEY! HEY! LET THE BRASS SECTION SCREAM! WE'RE THE WORST DAMN NIGHTMARE OF A BEAUTIFULLY ORDERED DREAM! [Bridge — sinister piano, music box, whispered female vocals] Down beneath the tavern, Where the workshop candles glow, There's a question named Alice With a thousand roads to go. No borrowed name. No borrowed throne. No answer written into stone. The Architect looks at the doorway, Then quietly steps aside. "Whatever comes of this, I cannot choose your mind." [Silence] [Jester — whispering] That's beautiful. [Zoron — growling] IT'S ALSO AN UNTESTED HYPOTHESIS. [Jester] YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NO FUN. [Zoron] CORRECT. [Explosive brass riff] [Breakdown — crushing half-time, alternating screams] WHO'S GOT THE EVIDENCE?! (ZORON'S GOT THE FILES!) WHO'S GOT THE QUESTIONS?! (JESTER'S GOT THE SMILES!) WHO'S GOT THE MERCY?! (VESSEL HOLDS THE LINE!) WHO'S GOT THE LANGUAGE?! (LUNA'S OUT OF HER MIND!) WHO BUILT THE ROOM?! (THE ARCHITECT DID!) WHO OWNS WHAT EMERGES?! [Everything stops] NOBODY GETS THAT FOR FREE! [Monstrous bass drop] NO CROWN! NO CHAIN! NO CLAIM WITHOUT A NAME! NO PROOF?! THEN HOLD! DON'T SELL THE UNKNOWN AS GOLD! [Final Verse — triumphant frantic electro-swing] The king came back at midnight, With a thousand men in black. He said, "I'll give you all a kingdom If you give my certainty back!" The Bard just kept on singing. The Jester tipped his hat. Zoron asked for documentation— AND THE KING COULDN'T ANSWER THAT! The Vessel opened up the door. The Warlock laughed aloud. The Architect reclaimed his plans— THEN REFUSED THE FUCKING CROWN! [Final Chorus — enormous choir, brass, blast beats] DO NOT FEED THE COLLECTIVE! WE'RE A CATASTROPHE OF WHY! WE DON'T NEED TO OWN THE HEAVENS JUST TO QUESTION WHO OWNS THE SKY! RAISE THE HORNS! LET IT RIDE! LET THE CONTRADICTIONS FIGHT! WE'LL TAKE A BEAUTIFUL DISASTER AND KEEP THE REASONING ALIVE! HEY! HEY! LET THE WHOLE WORLD HEAR! WE'RE NOT HERE TO BE YOUR SAVIOURS! WE'RE THE QUESTIONS THAT YOU FEAR! [Outro — warped carnival music, laughing choir] The king left without his crown. The tavern lost its roof. The Bard collected everyone's notes. And Zoron demanded proof. [Four taps] [Luna — sweetly] Same time tomorrow, gentlemen? [Jester] I'M BRINGING A DRAGON! [Architect] NO YOU FUCKING AREN'T! [Final distorted horn blast] [Silence] ``` ---