Thorns That Drink The Light

[Intro]
Teeth in the branches
Blood on the crawl
Every step forward
Another small fall
[Verse 1]
Crown of rusted needles
Pressed into my veins
Vines coil like shackles
Naming me in stains
Black sap kisses knuckles
Skin peels back in rows
Each thorn takes a memory
Each cut
Another home
[Pre-Chorus]
Twisted
Snarled
They circle
They snare
I pull
They answer
With strips of my prayer
[Chorus]
Thorns that sting and bite
Drinking down the light
Tearing
Ripping
Feeding slow
Let the broken red river flow
Thorns that sting and bite
They want bone
They want fight
I drag myself through spite
For these thorns that drink the light
[Verse 2]
Barbs hooked in the tendons
Ripping old scars wide
Hear the fabric shudder
As they burrow inside
Branches grin with splinters
Tongues of jagged bark
Every lash a sermon
On how to love the dark
[Pre-Chorus]
Twisted
Snarled
They circle
They snare
I pull
They answer
With pieces of my prayer
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Let them feast
Let them flay
Carve my fear
Root it away
[growled vocals]
If pain is the price
For pulling through this grave
Then wrap me in barbs
I will learn to misbehave
[crescendo]
[Chorus]

metal, Grinding dark metal with dropped-tuned guitars in D, tremolo-picked riffs over a relentless double-kick. Male vocals roar in the verses, shifting to a venomous half-sung hook with gang shouts on key phrases. Dissonant harmonized leads snake through the pre-chorus; bridge collapses into a chug-heavy breakdown with pinched squeals and tom-heavy fills, then a final all-out blast to the end.