Fast, frantic blues at double speed. A gravel-voiced singer – words tumbling out like a man being chased through a dead space station. Bassline races, drunk and desperate, barely holding together. One drum: an oil barrel hit with a rusty chain, now pounding like a panicked heartbeat. A cracked flute screeches off-key, barely keeping up. Shaker sounds like loose screws rattling at high speed. The song is about a love machine that lost its mind – now it groans your name over and over, faster and faster, as the lights flicker and die. Intimidating. Lonely. Not asking for anything. Just letting you know it's still there – and it's getting closer.