The Cabinet Knows My Name

[Verse 1]
Found it in the basement
Dust on the knobs
Door half-shut
Smelled like mildew and metal
Like something crawling in my gut
Handle cold as a headstone
Wood carved up with teeth and nails
Every hinge let out a secret
Every shadow telling tales
[Chorus]
There’s an evil in the cabinet
And it knows my name
Every time that door starts creaking
I can feel it taste my shame
Pulling at the splinters
Scratching through the grain
There’s an evil in the cabinet
And it knows my name
[Verse 2]
Voices in the keyhole
Laughing low
All out of tune
Paint peeling off in fingerprints
That move across the room
Smell of sulfur
Old perfume
Photos nailed behind the frame
My face burned out in every one
But the eyes all look the same
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Nails in my pockets
I count them one by one
Whisper to the wood
“Take me when you’re done”
Door swings open
No wind
No sound
Just my own reflection
Hanging upside down
[Chorus]

rock, Thick, overdriven guitars in dropped tuning, male vocals with a ripped, strained edge. Verses sit on a stalking half-time groove with roomy live drums and a grimy bass line. Chorus explodes into a wall of fuzz, doubled vocals, and feedback swells. Bridge strips back to bass, toms, and distant screams before slamming into one last full-band chorus. Keep the mix raw, roomy, and a little unhinged., grunge