[Intro- Feedback squeals. A slow, heavy drum beat kicks in—kick, kick, snare. The bass is thick and distorted]
[Verse 1]
Clean white walls and a dirty mind
I’m chewing on the teeth I find
Keep the change, I’ll keep the rot
I’m everything that you are not.
Sell me a soul with a barcode skin
Let the bleach leak out, let the static in.
[Pre-Chorus-Tempo doubles. Guitars start chugging on the low C string)
It’s a rhythmic glitch!
It’s a nervous twitch!
Dig the hole, then flip the switch!
GO!
[Chorus-Explosive energy—half-sung, half-screamed]
Give me the hollow, give me the cold!
I’m buying the lies that you already sold!
Everything is beautiful and everything hurts
We’re just gold-plated fossils face down in the dirt!
Face down in the dirt!
[Verse 2- Back to the moody simmer]
Sugar-coated pills for a bitter age
A cardboard bird in a golden cage.
I’m smiling wide for the camera lens
Where the fake begins and the feeling ends.
Drain the lake, find the rust
Turn the diamonds back to dust.
[Bridge-The "Metalcore" breakdown. Slow, crushing tempo. Dissonant "panic chords"]
[Spoken/Whispered]
Polished. Perfect. Plastic.
[Screamed]
TEAR IT OFF.
TEAR IT ALL OFF.
I’d rather be broken than a masterpiece of nothing!
NOTHING!
[Guitar Solo]
[Outro- Chaotic, bluesy, and noisy. Heavy use of a wah-pedal and feedback. Not technical, just raw emotion]
Everything is fine.
Everything is fine.
Everything is…
[Total silence for one second]
WASTE!
[Final feedback ring-out]
[Breakdown- Tempo drops to a punishing, sludge-like 70 BPM. Every kick drum hit feels like a sledgehammer]
[Low, Guttural Growl]
SINK.
INTO.
THE.
VOID.
[High, Piercing Screams]
It’s not a phase, it’s a failure!
It’s not a wound, it’s a suture!
BLEED!
BLEED!
BLEED!