Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Teeth in the chapel glass Blood on the sermon page You kiss the altar rail I pull the halo from its cage Rot in your Sunday suit Eyes full of parasitic grace Threading a crown of nails Through every prayer-shaped vein in your face [Chorus] Gnashing the veins of god Tear out the cords of his name Drink from the throat of faith Spit back the rust and the blame Gnashing the veins of god Ripping the hymn at the spine If you are made in his shape Then you were made to decay in mine (yeah) [Verse 2] Hands fold The tendons snap Bone choir grinding in your wrists Incense and choking ash Tongues bloom black inside your fists You want a promised land I salt the soil beneath your feet Carve out the gilded lamb Feed it to the dogs in the street (hey!) [Chorus] Gnashing the veins of god Tear out the cords of his name Drink from the throat of faith Spit back the rust and the blame Gnashing the veins of god Ripping the hymn at the spine If you are made in his shape Then you were made to decay in mine [Bridge] [Drums drop to half-time Guitars slide into a grinding Dissonant riff] Eye sockets empty Still staring up Hands full of nothing Still held in trust [Chorus] Gnashing the veins of god Tear out the cords of his name Drink from the throat of faith Spit back the rust and the blame Gnashing the veins of god Ripping the hymn at the spine If you are made in his shape Then you were made to decay in mine (decay in mine)
Tags
metal, Modern brutal death metal with male fry screams and layered low tunnel growls; down-tuned, hyper-technical guitars grinding through chromatic runs and jagged pinch harmonics. Drums fire relentless blasts, gravity rolls, and sudden half-time slams. Brief dissonant breaks and pick scrapes set up massive guttural drop-ins; mix is dense but surgical, bass snarling in unison with the kick for maximum impact., rapid, brutal death metal
Duration
3:02
Instrumental
No
Created
3/27/2026