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(Music begins with a low, deep synth bass pulse, like a slow heartbeat. A sparse, dry kick drum enters, syncopated and off-kilter. The sound of a quiet, fluorescent hum sits underneath.)
(Verse 1)
Put you in a lead-lined box, you know
Filed the report, I called the time of death for us
Scrubbed down the room, it's all protocol
Drew the blinds and shut the power off to the west wall
The quiet felt clean, a sterile kind of peace
Felt my own blood moving, a beautiful release
(Pre-Chorus)
But there’s a wire in my head I never could detach
A little itch under the skin, a lock without a latch
And with a black-gloved hand, I trip the main supply
Just one last test to run before I let it die
(Chorus)
Said it was dead, but hours later…
Got a cellular vibration
Not a heartbeat, just a flicker, on a disconnected screen
You're not alive, you're just a post-mortem machine
Said it was dead, but I'm the one who waits here
For the twitch, the sign, the answer
This isn't love, it's just a grim fascination
Yeah, hours later... a cellular vibration
(Verse 2)
My friends all say to leave the lab alone
That prodding at the memory just chills you to the bone
They bring me wine, they talk about the sun
They don’t see my fingers tapping out the sequence, one by one
They call it moving on, a eulogy, a prayer
I call it data capture from the ghost that isn't there
(Pre-Chorus)
'Cause there's a current in my head I know I shouldn't ride
A little switch that I keep flipping, deep inside
And with a shaking hand, I juice the voltage high
Just one more jolt to see your disconnected eye
(Chorus)
Said it was dead, but hours later…
Got a cellular vibration
Not a heartbeat, just a flicker, on a disconnected screen
You're not alive, you're just a post-mortem machine
Said it was dead, but I'm the one who waits here
For the twitch, the sign, the answer
This isn't love, it's just a grim fascination
Yeah, hours later... a cellular vibration
(Bridge)
And the ethical committee in my chest is in a war
What am I even reanimating anymore?
Is it kinder to let every signal go flat black?
Or is a fragment of response a reason to come back?
I signed the final form, pulled every single plug
Then knelt beside the system and rewrote it like a drug
(Chorus / Outro)
(Music drops to just the bass pulse and a whispered vocal)
Said it was dead, but hours later…
(Full band slams back in, more aggressive)
Got a cellular vibration!
Not a heartbeat, just a flicker, on a disconnected screen!
You're not alive, you're just a post-mortem machine!
Said it was dead, but I’m the monster waiting here!
For the twitch, the sign, the answer!
(Music starts to break apart, glitching and stuttering)
This isn't love... this isn't hope... this is just...
(Vocals become a distorted, repeating whisper over the fading heartbeat kick)
...hours later... hours later... just a cellular vibration...
...hours later... a flicker...
(Silence.)
About The Song
"Hours Later" explores the disturbing, gray area of modern relationships that refuse to truly end. Drawing from a news story about scientists restoring partial cellular function in pig brains hours after death, the song transforms this scientific breakthrough into a powerful metaphor for obsessive post-breakup behavior. The protagonist isn't passively haunted by a past love; influenced by the Active Agency Mandate (AAM), they are framed as the morally ambiguous scientist, actively running 'tests' and sending 'current' into a 'dead' connection, desperate for any sign of life. Musically inspired by the minimalist tension and syncopated, whispery delivery of artists like Billie Eilish, the song uses a sparse, clinical soundscape to evoke the feeling of a lab after midnight. It captures the very human, though unsettling, act of poking at a closed chapter, blurring the line between hope and self-inflicted horror just to see if a ghost will twitch.
Production Notes
Concept: Clinical darkness meets biological glitch. The track should feel spacious but claustrophobic, like being in a sealed, soundproofed laboratory at night.
Vocals: Use a close-mic technique (Neumann TLM 102) with a very clean, uncolored preamp. The main vocal should be delivered in a subdued, almost conversational tone, filled with tension and breathiness. For the chorus, double-track and pan slightly, adding a lower harmony that's heavily compressed and tucked under. The bridge and outro vocals should introduce subtle distortion and glitch effects (like a buffer repeater or bitcrusher) to show the 'system' breaking down.
Drums: The kick should be the dominant element—a low, round 808-style sample with a short decay, mimicking a medical monitor. The snare should be dry, sharp, and infrequent (think a medical staple gun). Avoid traditional hi-hats; instead, use found sounds like the click of a pen or the quiet static of a cable being plugged in, automated to create rhythmic tension.
Instrumentation: The core is a deep, sine-wave synth bass that carries the main pulse. A detuned, single-note synth lead provides the melodic hook in the chorus, with a slow attack and release. Add atmospheric pads that swell in the pre-chorus, processed through a shimmer reverb to create a sense of ethereal dread. During the bridge, introduce a quiet, arpeggiated sequence panned far-left, like a rogue piece of equipment coming online.
Mix Automation: The key is dynamic contrast. Keep verses extremely sparse and dry. Automate reverbs and delays to 'bloom' on the last word of pre-chorus lines. In the final chorus and outro, use automation to create stutter/glitch effects on the master bus, as if the entire track is short-circuiting before a sudden, abrupt silence.
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