Like a night raid in a city that never sleeps, you stack the low‑end drums in the front line, the bass like mortar—heavy, relentless, breaking the silence. Then you let the synth pads curl around the edge, the quiet cover, breathing in the shadows. The vocals? They’re the scout, sliding between the thunder and the hush, making the whole thing feel like a paradox of fire and fog. So yeah, map it: artillery at the beat drop, quiet cover in the breakdown, and keep the whole thing humming in that uneasy, beautiful limbo.

Maybe slide the pad a touch left, drop a second of absolute silence right before the final chorus, and let the bass echo like a city pulse. That keeps the cover tight enough to hold the city while the scout keeps moving.