Yo, Alastor’s back—switch the channel to static,
Smile cracklin’ like fire, every syllable tragic.
Mic stained in red, bass boosted by sinners,
Turn the volume up, till the glass soul shivers.
McGwire in the cut, needles jumpin’ the groove,
We spin your doom like a 78 groove.
Dance in the flames while the speaker cones bleed—
Tonight the whole world’s just a song on repeat.