Lyrics

From the concept album: “The Flea Bureau: Hymns of Parasite Rebellion”
--Track 3 in the Logos Resistance Cycle--


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[Intro – Spoken over eerie mechanical hum and chittering sounds]

"Blood tastes like despair...
This isn't parasitism—it's a prison with paperwork."
– Pip, former Unit 1,847-C


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[Verse 1 – Low, crawling rhythm with dissonant harmonics]

Fluorescent sky, sterile halls
Filing forms while instinct stalls
Host is grey, the leash is tight
Sucking blood but losing light

Rubber-stamped and categorized
My thorax aches from hollow lies
Dr. Bite says “compliance heals”
But joy don’t show up on their reels


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[Pre-Chorus – Faster, ascending riff, whispered harmonies]

Whispers in the walls...
Maps they burned, tunnels we recall...
Hope rides on illegal fur—
Where blood still sings, and wings confer


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[Chorus – Full power, double kick drums, triumphant]

JUUUUUUMP!
Form 27-B denied?
Still I rise, I fly, I bite, I glide
JUUUUUUMP!
Their system can’t decide
Where a parasite can feel alive
JUUUUUUMP!
Let the Free Range reign!
Fleas unchained on joy-filled veins
JUUUUUUMP!
From despair to dawn
On golden fur—I AM REBORN


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[Verse 2 – Groove slows, clean vocals with background screams]

Seminars of sedation
Regulated starvation
They said my hunger was "a flaw"
But this thirst was Logos’ law

Hop showed me how to leap again
Vera said: “This cage ain’t zen.”
We were made to cling, to feed, to run—
Not serve the Great Department Sun


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[Bridge – Chaotic break, dissonant jazz-metal, sirens and alarm FX]

Red stamp! REJECTED!
Re-educate the deviants!
Enhanced Compliance Protocol Activated!
Tracking Pip – Status: SUBVERSIVE ELEMENT
Initiate Flea Protection Task Force
(gnashing of mandibles and snarls)


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[Breakdown – Slow, crushing, doom riff with choir of fleas chanting]

“WE. REMEMBER. THE. JUMP.”
“WE. REMEMBER. THE. JUMP.”
“WE. REMEMBER. THE. JUMP.”
“WE—REJECT—YOUR—FORM.”


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[Final Chorus – Major key modulation, melodic solo over blast beats]

JUUUUUUMP!
No more feeding in decay
I chase the dog that runs and plays
JUUUUUUMP!
Not a number, not your slave
I leap for joy, I dig my grave
JUUUUUUMP!
One moment airborne, wild and clear
I was born for fur and fear
JUUUUUUMP!
Your forms can't chain the air
I’m Pip. I'm free.
I’m everywhere.


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[Outro – Spoken, slow fade]

"The system needs fleas far more than fleas need the system...
And once you know that—
the cage dissolves."