[Intro]
[Single bass note repeated beneath dry kick and clipped guitar stabs]

[Verse 1]
Wake to the slogan, wash to the threat,
Drive with a voice saying who to regret.
Lunch wrapped tight in a campaign phrase,
By six every window repeats the same face.

[Chorus]
Cult of Volume, louder means true,
Say it ten thousand times till it sounds like you.
Turn down the leader, the ticker, the room,
Starve out the signal of the Cult of Volume.

[Verse 2]
My brother calls only to recite
The sentence his channel taught him that night.
I ask about Mom and the leak in his hall,
He answers with enemies, borders, and walls.

[Chorus]
Cult of Volume, louder means true,
Say it ten thousand times till it sounds like you.
Turn down the leader, the ticker, the room,
Starve out the signal of the Cult of Volume.

[Verse 3]
Rally speakers point inward like guns,
Crowd hears itself till the thinking is done.
The loop gets sold as national will,
Noise proves noise, so noise must be real.

[Break]
[Mechanical drums continue while the bass drops out]

Say it.
Share it.
Fear it.
Wear it.

[Bridge]
I unplugged the screen at my brother's place,
For three full seconds he stared at my face.
He asked about Mom and the leak in the hall.
A human voice answered. That frightened them all.

[Instrumental]
[Angular guitar pattern gradually breaks the repeated bass pulse into silence]

[Final Chorus]
Cult of Volume, louder meant true,
Till silence returned what the noise stole from you.
No crown survives when we talk face to face,
No cult owns the air in a human-sized space.

[Outro]
Two chairs.
No screen.