VIVUS SUPRA

(phone speaker distortion, low hiss, crowd far away)

— breathe — breathe —

808 warming like a demon stretching—

BUILD 1 (whispered, venom-smooth)

You pray for my fall, I toast to the climb

Eyes on my shoes while I dance on time

Broke little wishes, cracked little lies

I drink to the night while you beg the sky

(snare roll, tension choking the room)

Still breathing. Still winning.

Still loud when you’re thinning.

DROP 1 (HARD, FAST)

Fuck all my enemies—

Look at me living it up

Bottle to mouth, money up

I don’t need luck

I don’t need love

I don’t need none of you—

I party while you rot

I rise while you plot

From the gutter to God-mode

I look down—now watch me watch.

(bass stabs, distorted laugh)

CHANT (LATIN – EVIL CALL, LOW VOICES)

Animus cadit, voluntas ligata

Oculi clausi, veritas negata

Audi vocem, sequere me

Non sciunt—sed animae sunt meae

(crowd echo: meae… meae… meae…)

BUILD 2 (FASTER, TAUNTING)

Your envy sweats through the club lights

My success tastes like sin tonight

You call it evil—I call it proof

I’m the rumor in every room

They follow the flame, don’t ask the cost

Hands in the air while they’re getting lost

Halo cracked, horns in bloom

I sell the fall—now watch them zoom

(riser spirals out of control)

DROP 2 (KILLER, DOUBLE-TIME)

I’m your Satan—terminate

Every doubt you ever made

My name burns when you say it

Chains feel good when you fake it

Steal the crowd, steal the sound

Steal the souls, lock them down

They worship vibes, not gods above

They don’t even know—but they’re in my club

(bass punches like a heartbeat on cocaine)

CHANT 2 (RITUAL, RHYTHMIC)

Corpus movet, mens sopita

Sub nocte pacta sunt scripta

Saltant omnes, corde caeco

Credunt se liberi—sed veni mecum

BREAK (PHONE MIC, LAUGHING)

You wanted me quiet.

You wanted me gone.

Now your fans scream my name

Before they know what’s wrong.

FINAL DROP (MAXIMUM CHAOS)

Still alive. Still drunk. Still paid.

Still the nightmare you prayed away.

Glass in the air, throne in the smoke

I don’t chase crowns—I make them choke.

Enemies kneel, beat goes dumb

World goes black when the bass drum comes—

Living proof you tried to end me

Now bow your head—this isn’t friendly.

(cut to silence — one last whisper)

— animae

FINAL CHANT (WHISPERED, POSSESSED)

Clausa anima, sine fine

In sono meo, nunc manes

Non fugis—non vides

Musica claudit… musica tenet…

(silence—then)

DEMONIC LAUGH (LAYERED, BROKEN)

H̷A̷H̷A̷H̷A̷H̷A̷…

HA—HA—HA—HA—

h̶̶̶a̶̶̶h̶̶̶a̶̶̶…

(laugh stretches, pitch drops, swallowed by bass)

FINAL WHISPER

You’re not listening to my music.

You’re inside it.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAA AAAAAAAHHHH RUHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUH!

(hard cut. no fade.)