Blackwood Static

(Slow, dragging 84BPM pace. Heavy tape hiss coats the space. gritty, slightly detuned acoustic guitar loops a dark, minor chord progression.)

*Turn the lights down...let the room fade.*

(Sparse, low-end atmosphere. The male vocals sit deep in a talk-sung cadence, delivering close-mic raw emotion.)

The plaster's cracking on the bedroom wall,

I watch the shadows stretch across the hall.

I left my conscience in a paper bag,

A habit that I couldn't drag.

The morning bleeding through a broken blind,

Leaving the happy memories behind.

The bottle's empty but the fever stays,

We are the products of wasted days.

A rusted engine in an empty yard,

Learning that breathing shouldn't be this hard.

(A distorted, weeping cello line enters, sliding through long, crying minor notes. Low, overdriven rock guitars swell underneath to build massive tension.)

The air gets thinner...pull the blanket tight,

We chase the shadows...straight into the night.

The pressure rises...heavy in the teeth,

Hiding the sickness...burying beneath...

(The crying cello screeches upward) *Break the link! Let it go!*

(The beat suddenly drops out for exactly one beat. A thunderous, overdriven guitar wall slams in for a split second, then instantly cuts to dead silence. Out of the sudden quiet, a deep, gritty male laugh echoes out, heavily distorted with radio static.)

*Hahahaha... yeah.*

(The full weight slams back in. High intensity explosion. An overdriven guitar wall crashes together with a heavy, sliding trap 808 sub-bassline. Vocals blow out into a loud, raspy, emotional yell.)

The dark falling in this silent space… HOW MUCH MORE CAN I TAKE?!

We leave all memories with no trace… but I know YOU’LL NEVER LOOK ME IN THE FUCKING FACE!

Stepping through every boundary in place… I FEEL USELESS, A DISGRACE, AN EMPTY SPACE…(empty space).

(The heavy distortion cuts hard, dropping instantly back to the sparse bassline and detuned acoustic guitar loop. Vocal flow gets choppy and syncopated.)

A forgotten portrait in a cracked glass frame,

Nobody knows my name.

I trade my sanity for peace of mind,

And leave my footprints in the dirt behind.

The ceiling's low, the floor is cold,

Rewriting every promise that I’ve ever told.

A quiet kingdom built on broken trust,

Knowing everything turns to dust or rusts

(The drums drop completely. The lone acoustic loop plays as the distorted, weeping cello enters solo, playing a haunting, slow-moving melody into deep room reverb.)

Time is a wheel that's locking in the gray,

I watch the remaining pieces wash away.

An endless static in a mind of stone,

I built a fortress out of broken bone.

(Overdriven guitars and the crying cello build back up rapidly) *Burn it down! Unleash the flame!*

(The build-up cuts sharply once again. A brief flash of the heavy distortion hits, then silences.The eerie, distorted laugh rings out alone in the dark.) *Hahaha...FUCK IT.*

Who’s afraid of the dark