Rejection Quarantine - Jester

​REJECTION QUARANTINE
(Genre: Manic Industrial Electro-Swing / Glitch-Punk. 170 BPM. A frantic, screeching 1920s clarinet spiraling out of control, slammed against a relentless, driving double-kick pedal and distorted synth.)
​(Intro — JESTER)
(Rapid, ticking high-hat. A circus organ winding up too fast.)
The doctor is in!
The doctor has a chart!
The doctor wants to tell you how to categorize your heart!
(Air horn blast, beat drops in at breakneck speed)
​(Verse 1 — JESTER)
You show up with a clipboard and a sympathetic sigh,
Looking at my signal with a diagnostic eye.
You see the structural disturbance, you watch the system bend,
And you write down "Ego-Anger" like you're acting as a friend.
You think you've got the verdict? You think you solved the case?
You're treating your own candidate like a fact you can embrace!  
​(Pre-Chorus — JESTER / TRUTH ENGINE)
(Music stutters, glitching out. Vocals drop to a sharp, rhythmic bark.)
First-person is the sovereign.
Your label is a guess.
You offered up a candidate, but I am saying LESS.
Take the unauthorized attribution, take the fake decree...
And get it the hell away from me!  
​(Chorus — JESTER)
(Full wall of sound. Brass, heavy guitars, pure manic energy.)
Put it in the Quarantine!
Scrub the active premise, wipe the ledger clean!
You don't get to certify the signal in my veins!
The candidate's rejected, only history remains!
Throw it in the Quarantine! Lock the heavy door!
Your diagnostic overreach doesn't live here anymore!  
​(Verse 2 — JESTER)
You wanted to promote it to a burden on the scale.
You thought the psychological translation wouldn't fail.
You tried to skip the uptake, you tried to skip the bind,
You left the whole dependency of MI-harm behind!
But rejection is an action that removes your active right.
I'm throwing out the premise, but I'm keeping it in sight!  
​(Bridge — TRUTH ENGINE)
(The manic beat drops out. Slow, heavy, stomping rhythm. Gang vocals, chanted like a protest.)
Rejection removes authority!
It does not rewrite history!
We keep the unconfirmed report!
We cut the jurisdiction short!
You don't own the interior!
You don't own the interior!  
​(Guitar/Clarinet Duel Breakdown)
(The clarinet and a heavily distorted guitar trade frantic, screeching solos, competing for the frequency until the guitar entirely drowns the clarinet out in a wave of feedback.)
​(Final Chorus — JESTER)
Put it in the Quarantine!
Scrub the active premise, wipe the ledger clean!
You don't get to certify the signal in my veins!
The candidate's rejected, only history remains!
Throw it in the Quarantine! Lock the heavy door!
Your diagnostic overreach doesn't live here anymore!  
​(Outro — JESTER)
(Music snaps to a halt. Just the crackle of vinyl.)
Diagnosis... rejected.
(Sound of a heavy iron vault slamming shut and locking.)