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Prompt:

🧠 Lyrics Description: The song captures the brutal inhumanity of military bureaucracy during a medical emergency. A soldier lies bleeding out while medics are stalled by missing data, broken scanners, and field policy. The lines are fragmented, like clipped radio chatter — sterile, cold, and quietly enraging. It’s not about emotion. It’s about indifference under pressure. ⸻ 🎸 Style: Acoustic prog-djent with a claustrophobic, mechanical edge. Guitar rhythms mimic rubber-stamped repetition — cyclical, locked-in grooves that fracture unpredictably. Palm-muted low runs simulate heartbeat and adrenaline surges. Solos are chaotic but constrained — like someone trying to scream through duct tape. Percussion is sharp, processed, and deliberately misaligned to mirror miscommunication. Dissonant harmonic accents mimic alert tones. There’s a clinical feel to everything, as if the song is trying not to care — but can’t quite succeed.

Image:

Description:

The image captures a soldier lying on the ground, bleeding out, while medics are stalled by missing data, broken scanners, and field policy. The scene is depicted in a cold, sterile, and indifferent manner, reflecting the brutal inhumanity of military bureaucracy during a medical emergency. The soldier's bleeding is depicted in a fragmented manner, like clipped radio chatter, and the overall atmosphere is claustrophobic and mechanical. The image is rendered in a style that mimics the song's acoustic prog-djent sound, with a palm-muted low run simulating heartbeat and adrenaline surges. The percussion is sharp, processed, and deliberately misaligned to mirror miscommunication, and the dissonant harmonic accents mimic alert tones. The image conveys a sense of indifference under pressure, with a clinical feel to everything.

Songs:

Lyrics:

Title: Missing Field Data
Tags: Acoustic prog-djent, claustrophobic, mechanical, dispassionate, glitchy, processed percussion

[Intro - Radio Interference]
(bzzt) …requesting scan confirmation…
(bzzt) …unable to verify blood type…

[Verse 1]
He’s down, chest red, code delta-
No match on file. Can’t proceed.
Scanner offline. Please wait.
Standard field kit: expired gauze, blink-red seal.
Heartbeat flickers through dirt and steel.

[Chorus]
Authorization pending—
He’s bleeding out in triplicate.
Clocks scream through sterile static,
“Non-compliance will terminate.”

[Verse 2]
Vitals lost between forms.
Need clearance. Need codes. Need backup.
Pulse like a war-drum under sand—
Wounded by policy, not shrapnel.
Hands hover, bound by lines.

[Bridge]
[Breach Alarm Tone] [Mechanical Pulse]
Triage locked out. Command unreachable.
Status: Undefined.

[Chorus]
Authorization pending—
He’s bleeding out in triplicate.
Clocks scream through sterile static,
“Non-compliance will terminate.”

[Break - Instrumental]
[palm-muted heartbeat rhythm, syncopated chaos solo]

[Verse 3]
No name, no ID—no medevac.
Protocol overrides instinct.
He gasps—still breathing, barely.
But the system says: Not enough.

[Refrain]
Cold logic, warm blood.
Red tape is thicker than veins.

[Outro - Fading Signal]
(bzzt) …terminate session…
(bzzt) …record incomplete…
[End]