Final Foul Fatale - The Capture

[Intro] (Desperate Escape - Police sirens blend immediately with frantic Trap hi-hats. Wobbly, unstable 808 bass line) [Verse 1] **(Killer)** They found the body! They saw the red hair! **(Killer)** The whole damn city is choking on my fear! **(Killer)** I can't stop running! I can't stop the sight! **(Killer)** The logos are everywhere! Everywhere! You can't escape them! The food is destroyed, the corporate lies are done, But the puppets keep smiling, every single one! The Eagle on the helmet! The Lion on the shield! They're selling the same sickness, the p****n revealed! The Horned Devil laughs! The Bear wears a glove! I deserved the peace, I deserved the blue sky! [Pre-Chorus] (The b**t becomes erratic, pausing abruptly and restarting. Samples of cheering crowds distorted and layered.) **(Killer)** It's not about the sugar! It's not about the grease! **(Killer)** It's the goddamn Smiles that won't give me peace! **(Killer)** They lied about the Breakfast! They lied about the Game! [Chorus] (The sound is a dense, overwhelming wall of Industrial noise, blast beats, and a screaming synth loop.) I'M THE FINAL foul FUH-TAL, THE END OF THE SHOW! EVERY DAMN LOGO IS GOING TO GO! I'M THE MACHINE WITHOUT A GODDAMN HEART! I'M COMING FOR THE PROFITS, I'M COMING FOR THE SOUL! [Outro] (Capture - Music instantly cuts to a dissonant, drawn-out synth whine and heavy breathing.) **Cop (Voice muffled and sharp):** Drop the weapon! Get on the ground! **(Killer)** The box... the pantry... (Sound of a taser g*n discharge, followed by silence and sustained, ringing feedback.)