Cyclone 2

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Prompt / Lyrics
(Intro)
(Atmospheric wind noise fading into a high-pitched, uneasy synth whine)
(Suddenly: 0:00 - Chaos! Dual guitar dissonance and a frantic blast beat)
(Corey screams: "HERE IT COMES!")
(Verse 1)
(Heavy, palm-muted Drop-A chugging)
(Spoken/Growled with venom)
Dust on my tongue, the taste of the dead
It’s feeding the furnace inside of my head!
Rattling cages, the iron is cold
A story of rot that has never been told!
(Scratch: Sharp, abrasive surgical cuts)
You feel the pressure? It’s clawing the air
God isn’t watching, but the vacuum is there!
(Screamed)
BITE THE BREEZE! FEEL THE SEIZURE!
NOTHING IS LEFT BUT THE COLD ERASE!
(Pre-Chorus)
(Drums: Rapid-fire double bass starts pounding)
The sky is a bruise, the clouds are a lie!
(Backing growl: DIE! DIE! DIE!)
Watch as the particles swallow the eye!
Gravity’s broken, the friction is gone
I AM THE BLIZZARD, I AM THE DAWN!
(Chorus)
(Anthemic but heavy - "Duality" style energy)
I BREATHE THE CYCLONE, I WEAR THE GALE!
Everything human is starting to fail!
TEAR OFF THE SKIN, LET THE GUST IN!
Where does the air end and where do I begin?
WIND! (It’s a hollow sound!)
WIND! (It’s a level ground!)
I’M SCREAMING UNTIL MY VEINS COLLAPSE!
(Verse 2)
(Groovy, syncopated rhythm - heavy on the bass drum and floor toms)
Vortex spinning in a hollow chest
Give me the chaos, I don’t want the rest!
You try to hide in your houses of glass?
The wind is a hammer, it’s coming to pass!
(Percussion: Heavy metallic "keg" hits on every 4th beat)
Scattered like ash!
Buried in trash!
GET READY TO CRASH!
(Bridge)
(Music drops to a sinister, low-tuned bass line and "creepy" whispering)
(Whispered)
It’s quiet now... can you hear it?
It’s the sound of everything... leaving...
(Increasing volume)
I’m not afraid to cry... but it’s none of your business!
(Screamed - Absolute manic delivery)
IT SWALLOWS THE LIGHT!
IT LEVELS THE PRIDE!
THERE’S NOWHERE LEFT FOR THE WEAK TO HIDE!
GOOOOOOOOOOO!
(Breakdown)
(Extreme slow-down - Sludge-heavy riffs)
(Riff: Chug-chug-SCRATCH-Chug-chug-HIT)
PULL THE AIR OUT!
PULL THE LUNGS OUT!
(Speeding up into a frantic mosh part)
(Outro)
(Vocal becomes distorted and desperate)
Nothing stays...
The wind takes it all...
(Suddenly stops - just the sound of a cold, whistling wind for 5 seconds)
(Final heavy drum hit)