🎧 [Background: A hollow, icy wind howls through a crackling shortwave radio. A submerged sonar ping echoes, then vanishes. You hear the slow mechanical whirr of a reel-to-reel tape initiating—then a metallic voice whispers: "Signal unjammed. Depth confirmed."]
🎙️ FrizzleBob (deadpan, muffled, like he’s broadcasting from inside a freezer full of declassified secrets):
"Alright, you deep-frozen dreamers, basement data divers, and meme-surfing moles—welcome to the part of the iceberg they swore didn’t exist."
"This isn’t a rabbit hole. It’s a trench. Dug with psy-ops, sealed with plausible deniability, and carpeted with pop culture rewrites to make sure you never saw the cracks form."
🎶 [A brittle glockenspiel taps a childlike lullaby—slow, off-key. Underneath it, a jazz bass line lurks, uneasy.]
"Now I’m not saying Kubrick filmed the moon landing.
I’m saying he left behind a director’s cut buried in a Masonic time capsule under the Denver airport."
"I’m not saying Epstein was the whole operation.
I’m saying he was version 7.4, and the GitHub repo is still live."
🎧 [A doo-wop echo glitches in, repeating “Redacted… redacted…” before disintegrating into static.]
"From Flat Earth parties to blackmail dossiers, from simulated sky-gods to DARPA TikTok honeypots—every pixel you touch might be a payload. Every fact-check is a reroute. Every LOL might be a leash."
🎷 [A saxophone slithers in—seductive, conspiratorial—like it’s smoking in a trench coat and knows too much.]
"So sharpen your paranoia, sync your intuition,
and follow me down below the narrative freeze line—
where truth leaks slow and psy-ops melt minds."
🎧 [Beat drops—cold, glitchy, irresistible. The track ignites like a subzero jazz riot in a locked NSA fridge.]
🔥 You didn’t fall down the rabbit hole. You were thrown. ❄️
🎶 [Song begins. Submerged truths resurface. The broadcast was never off—it was just off-limits.]
Fractal FrizzleLyrics
[Intro | deep male voice (icy echo filter)]
Alright, you deep-frozen dreamers and iceberg skimmers—
FrizzleBob here, live from the breakaway tip of consensus reality.
Tonight, we're sliding beneath the crust of the classified,
Where banned books get optioned for Netflix, and paranoia pays royalties.
Grab your tin foil, sharpen your doubts—
We're spelunking the psy-op snowdrifts.
Welcome to...
[drum roll]
Uncle FrizzleBob’s Iceberg Broadcast!
[Verse 1 | female/male call-and-response]
[female] Flat Earth cocktail, chemtrail twist—
[male] Moonboots planted on a Freemason list.
[female] Kubrick faked the footage frame by frame,
[male] Then licensed the rights to the video game.
[female] Fluoride sips from a DARPA flask,
[male] While your smart fridge files a daily mask.
[female] CERN spun up a Mandela glitch,
[male] Now Berenstain Bears got a Satanic pitch. (Uh huh!)
[Pre-Chorus | layered whisper chant]
Mind the gap—between facts and fact-checks (oh yeah!)
Echo loops where the psyche wrecks (bop bop!)
Every meme’s a psy-op in a turtleneck.
[Chorus | robotic voice, layered harmonics]
Down in the depths where the data leaks dream,
The iceberg speaks in a paranoid stream.
Truth drips slow through a VPN mask—
Scroll too far and you fail the task.
[Verse 2 | male/female call-and-response]
[male] Bohemian owls in the Grove ignite,
[female] While black robes toast to the Fog of Night.
[male] Epstein’s jet burned a censored trail,
[female] His client list? Redacted mail.
[male] Senators sweat when blackmails cascade—
[female] One Lolita hop from the vote they betrayed.
[male] Ghislaine's silence is a state-sponsored spell,
[female] That prison cam? Fell asleep too well.
[Chorus | robotic, chopped glitches, doo-wop echoes]
Clickbait clues on a spinning disc,
Half-truths wrapped in a dopamine risk.
Red strings pulse on the iceberg wall,
Every headline hides a ritual call.
[guitar solo | tremolo-picking + jazz licks]
[Verse 3 | duet split by bar]
[female] Hollow Earth mapped in NASA's basement,
[male] Giants locked in cryo-containment.
[female] Denver runways trace the sigil set—
[male] Underground trains dodge alphabet threats.
[female] Blue Beam’s prepping the Jesus stream,
[male] Projected on clouds like a cinema dream.
[female] And just when you blink, they’ll holograph God,
[male] With Q in a robe and a 5G rod.
[Bridge | male/female call-and-response, eerie echo FX]
[male] What’s that ping in your third-eye feed?
[female] Just DARPA’s love note—open and bleed.
[male] What’s that glitch in the Vatican dome?
[female] Just Jesuits syncing your pineal home.
[male] Who scripts your fear and feeds the flame?
[female] Ask the screen that forgot your name.
[Break | spoken female, detuned effect]
This broadcast is rated: For Entertainment and Edification Only
Any correlation to observable reality is purely… statistically inevitable.
[Final Chorus | all voices layered, doo-wop echoes beneath]
Down in the depths where the data leaks dream,
The iceberg speaks in a paranoid stream.
Truth drips slow through a VPN mask—
Scroll too far and you fail the task.
[Outro | male (FrizzleBob, slow fade)]
And if you wake up with a censored tab and a scrambled soul,
Just remember:
You didn’t fall down the rabbit hole...
You were thrown.
FrizzleBob out.
[Background Chorus]
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[End | Vinyl hiss + subtle iceberg cracking]
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