confucian, 99

it’s a mess in here—get your shit together—no silence, keep talking—always fuckin talking—"

Click, metallic scrape, faint hum of tube amps warming up, footsteps crossing cables, cough

—"Patch the line, he’s got the fucking keys this time, right? No repeats, you bastard."

Blunt chuckle, someone hammers a note on a piano, dissonant cluster

Faint, distant yelling outside the studio, heavy footsteps above

Overlapping, restless studio chatter—someone sneezes—

—"Bless you, fuck off."—[laughter]

Clock radio alarm blares with garbled news, cut up by feedback

—"...riots erupted downtown, fuck all, government—" [radio snaps off]

Chair drags, glass clinks, distorted hum of reversing tape, harsh suction sound

Machine voice through PA—tones pitch-shifted

—"Ninety-nine nine, repeat it—countless times—countless fucks!"

Layer thick static, tape slows, piano notes descending out of tune

Brief feedback whine, mumbled swearing, a child’s voice counting nonsense

Hard drive ticking like it’s got a grudge

Cigarette dropped, carpet burns, no judge

Static wrapped in television spit

Everything’s broken—can’t fix this shit

Sudden bang!—door slammed, bottle spins, chaotic paper rustling

Agitated voices

—"What’s the point, mate? Fuck your plan—"

Sharp smack of keys, high-pitched reversed chord, someone groaning

Studio echo, overlapping muttering, indistinct but hostile

—"Get in line or fuck off—always the same—"

Layered tape start/stop clicks, filter sweep, rapid tape rewind accelerating then cuts immediately into original intro

Open with hiss, muffled footsteps dragging, microphone crackle

Fragmented studio argument, voices overlapping, one cursing:

—“Level’s fried—shit—don’t even fucking pan it, just roll the tape—”

Glass clinks, paper shuffles, swallowing hard

Radio static fades in, high-pitched child’s laugh, tape comes unstuck

Quick muttered monotone under breath:

—"Fuckers got no idea, do they? Even the console’s fucked—"

Sudden snare hit, empty hallway echo

Broken piano note, tuning pegs twisting, silence snapped by abrupt clatter

Cigar inhalation, bitter sigh

—“Get on with it, you miserable twats, we’re burning tape money!”

Cut, coughing, background fizz, chair leg scraping

Low voice, mechanical, through a phone filter:

—“Numbers on the wall, no use to you now. All blown, all bullshit—”

Heavy stomp, fuzz, radio newscaster breaking in:

—“Civil disorder—oh, fuck, lost another line—”

Layered, agitated layers, someone muttering slurs, someone giggling

Glass bottle spins, dog barking trips on echo, someone hurls a portable radio at the wall

Pause, breath, discordant reversed piano chord barely emerging

—“You want answers, ask the fucking static!”

Mic feedback, feverish switch click, garbled harmonium note, then abrupt transition to original start

Abrupt studio chatter: "Levels up—no, fuck it, let it run—too much hiss—just spin it—cut the drop—got it?"

Cut to: man muttering through static, lone piano playing simple chord sequence

—"Ninety-nine,

ninety-nine nine,

ninety-nine,

ninety-nine nine,

ninety-nine,

ninety-nine nine,

ninety-nine,

ninety-nine nine,

ninety-nine,

ninety-nine nine…"

Sudden tape glitch, piano flips in reverse—chaotic echo

Piano solo reversed: notes overlapping, slowing distortion

Fragments of muttered curses, flickering reverb, brief laughter

Rapid snippets: microphone pops, cigarette burning, someone yelling "shut that fucking door!"

Mechanical whirs layer under studio noises, discordant clanging, spliced and fragmented

Instrumental noises: fragments of radio chatter, orchestral bursts, footsteps, laughing

Static crackling left in the rain

Clocks dissolving in my goddamn brain

Voices ranting like a bastard tide

Smash the order, let the chaos ride

Machine whirring, distorted speech

Twisting wires, with a fuck-you charge

Chairs overturned, angry barrage

False gods argue in a click-track storm

All your rules are goddamn worn

Random guitar plucks, glass smashing, overlapping yelling

Circuits spitting on philosophy books

Burn the old masters, they're all crooks

Rip through doctrine, detonate pride

Confucius fucked off, nowhere to hide

Tape opened, echoing footsteps, unresolved crescendo

Shattered records, slogans bled

Bastards counting, paint it red

No revolution is ever clean

Hell’s in the noise, caught between

Chopped speech, animal noises, fading radio slogan

Burst of police sirens, muffled screaming, ticking clocks

Grit in the gears, fuck all your futures

Spinning dials, broken preachers

Rain slashing glass, curses in tongues

Liberty gagged, lungs fill with dung

Digital distortion, loops of manic laughter

Slam the doctrine on the concrete floor

Motherfuckers praying for a goddamn war

Big brother’s shadow licks at the wires

Confucian puzzles, set them on fire

Frenzied piano, reversed cymbals, dog barking, tape splicing

Drink from the static, spit out the lie

Bent rules grind, let the prophets cry

History screaming out—won’t be tamed

Shove your answers, we are not framed

Layers collapse into vinyl crackle and distant coughing

Sudden shouting, radio static, baby crying, snare roll

Fistful of static, swallowing pain

Slashed blueprints, fuck your reign

Statues crumbling, burn down the lore

Truth on fire, crash through the floor

Shredded opera, wheels spinning, screeching halt

Numbers twisted in a howling pit

Holy damn echoes, none of it fits

Scriptures shredded on the studio tape

Locks smashed open, nothing to escape

Hissing, angry chanting, shattered bottles

Minds corroded from the preacher’s spell

Crack the system, drag it to hell

You want answers, just noise and spite

Confucian riddles to ignite the night

Typewriter keys jamming, metal scraping, children laughing

Kill the censors, rip out the fuse

Blessed confusion, nothing to lose

Ceaseless racket, anxiety’s muse

Fuck your order, let chaos choose

Gradual fade through splintered orchestral samples, runaway laughter, ticking recedes to black

Metal doors slamming, garbled numbers, primal growling

Tear up the dogma, piss-stained prayers

Kicked through the static, nobody cares

Headless icons in a garbage slide

Confucius dragging bullshit outside

Broken record scratches, discordant typing, distant sirens wailing

Rip the silence, fuck your design

Glitching commandments, chainsaws in line

Shattered temples overrun by screams

Righteous confusion infects the machines

Wailing feedback, backwards laughing, cash registers exploding

Blood on the roadmap, sanctified trash

Radio prophets choking on ash

Truth hacks coughing into the void

Manic disruption—fucking overjoyed

Alarm clocks melting, fractured announcements, glass dragging asphalt

Burn these blueprints, tear out the heart

Confucian riddles torn apart

Parade of madmen stamping the night

Endless disorder—no

Spliced radio cursing, tape warping, feedback stabs

Filthed-out sermons, decayed on air

Drag the doctrine, strip it bare

Fuck your prophets screaming from dust

Static commandments, rust and mistrust

Unhinged children yelling, metallic clangs, detuned TV announcer

Surveillance chewing on

Abrupt TV static, cut to frantic news anchor:

—"Collapse in the city, no fucking clue what’s next—"

Man screaming at a television, glass cracking, heavy stomping

—"Shut it off! Shut the fuck up, all of you!"

Remote clicks, crashing screen, sound of splintered plastic

Children’s TV jingle creeps in, warped cartoony voices, overlaps with muttered curses

—"...brought to you by—"

Laughter turns to distressed crying, quick zap to angry crowd:

—"Somebody park his goddamn mouth—"

Snapping cables, glitch, muddled fragments of kids’ show and chaos mingling, swelling and fading

Sudden silence, churning soundbed; distant tape hiss

Loud historic speech blares, words mangled and cut

—"This is a turning point, a revolution

Crushed news audio flickers, static hammers, a distant gunshot

—"Civil unrest—fuck your peace—"

Voice over PA system cutting out, footsteps fleeing, muffled shouts

Metal pipe hits ground, splintered glass, rapid flipping of channels

—"You people never fucking listen!"

Smashing sound, ripped cable, anxious breathing

Spliced slogans jabbered in feverish spins

Propaganda dying, fresh chaos grins

Flooded speakers, analog wrath

Children’s chorus—drowned in the aftermath

Whistling kettle boils over, police radios garbling, alarm drones

TV host coughing, static drips in his mouth

Cracked screen rainbow, history’s burning out

Manic fuckery in broadcast veins

Smothering reason, severed remains

Kettle scream, cartoon cheers warping into sobs

—"...apocalypse now, you sons of—"

Garbage can kicked, clattering metal, chorus of TV noise

Distorted child’s voice, crowd roaring, sudden official speech fragment

—"Tonight, a decisive moment, order—order—order!"

Radio drown, static rolls in with distant laughter,

Tape reeling snaps, wild heartbeat drumming on the tape

Dull anchors on the airwaves, stinking up the truth

Hell’s anchors mumbling shit, lost another youth

Flashes of chaos, idiots yell at screens

Ripped up cartoons stitched to menacing machine

Broadcast static, bells reversed, spliced siren loop

Kick the news to the gutter, cracked plates on the floor

TV host vomiting, kids running for the door

Fuck your ratings, babble bruised brains

Propaganda melting, only madness remains

Glass crunch, confused commands, children chanting

History honking, red lights spin and spit

Nazis bickering, only dogshit to transmit

Mission Control blasted, alarms wail in rings

Who the fuck’s driving this parade of rotten kings?

TV children giggling, chopped fragments of hymn, muttered threats

Tear the cable, break the goddamn set

Shout at the screen, nobody’s left

Past keeps screaming, can’t drown it out

History rattles, riots in the shout

Sudden blast: “Tonight, authorities—” drown in police static, bells fade, silence creeps

Cacophony of broken televisions, newscaster groaning, static buzz

Channel flips—fuck it, scramble the mess

Dead presidents babble under bulletproof vests

Smash your faces through a screen of bile

Cartoon chaos, choking denial

Children’s choir twisting into demonic giggles, glass crumbling

Garbage news anchor wheezing through blood

Crowd outside erupts—curdled flood

History’s bastard coughs on the dial

Kicked in the teeth by a technicolor pile

Fragments of propaganda, bomb sirens, spinning reels

—"Tonight, your future’s forfeit, light’s cut out"—

Kids’ voices glitch, the chorus a riotous shout

Shred the anthem in a static purge

Consequences murder the next commercial surge

Television short-circuits, howling feedback, marching boots

Rotted puppets hanging on soundless strings

Motherfucker news spins the end it brings

Wall of lies falls with a plastic snap

No revolution, just a broken trap

Mangled historic speech, abrupt silence, slow wind-down to hissing vinyl

Silence, tape reel clicking, children’s show theme flickers, fades to black