[Intro]
(Feedback squeal transitions into a chaotic, dissonant riff)
I WANT TO SEE THE COLOR OF YOUR SOUL!
[Verse 1: The Impact]
Shoulder to the timber, the doorframe splinters,
A hollow-point world in the middle of winter.
I’m on him, he’s under, we’re hitting the floor,
A frantic communion in the middle of war!
I’m pinning his wrists with the weight of my hate,
I’m the judge and the jury, I’m the hand of his fate!
I drop the rifle, I reach for the steel,
I WANT TO FEEL EVERYTHING HE HAS TO FEEL!
[Verse 2: The Serration]
(Rapid-fire double-kick, vocal delivery like a machine gun)
The Fairbairn-Sykes finds the gap in the vest,
A jagged entry through the cage of the chest!
I feel the grate of the blade on the bone,
A vibration of death that I claim as my own!
I’m twisting the handle, I’m tearing the skin,
Letting the outside air rush in!
His hands are on mine, trying to push, trying to pull,
But the cup of my rage is overflowing and full!
[Pre-Chorus]
(Slowing down, heavy sludge riff)
The warmth is flooding over my knuckles...
The grip of the world finally buckles!
I’M PAINTED IN RED!
[Chorus]
It’s a fountain of filth, it’s a geyser of gore,
I’m painting the ceiling and soaking the floor!
His life is a liquid, it’s slick on my palms,
A choir of screams is my only psalm!
DRIPPING FROM THE BLADE!
DRIPPING FROM MY FACE!
I’ve turned this room into a slaughtering space!
[The "Mutilation" Breakdown]
(Maximum distortion, zero melody, pure rhythmic violence)
RIP. IT. OUT.
(Sound of a heavy bass drop)
The jugular opens!
The crimson is SCALDING!
(Vocalist makes a choking, gurgling sound)
I can’t hold the knife!
(Chug, chug, chug)
IT’S TOO SLIPPERY!
(Chug, chug, chug)
IT’S TOO WET!
(High-pitched shriek)
DROWN IN THE DUST! DROWN IN THE BLOOD!
[Bridge]
(Eerie silence except for a pulsing bass line and the sound of liquid hitting a puddle)
Pitter... patter...
The sound of a life hitting the dirt.
My MTP is heavy, weighted down by the kill.
The steam rises off the body...
In the Afghan chill.
(Sudden explosion of sound)
STILL BLOODY! STILL BREATHING!
[Outro]
(Chaotic blast beats)
SOAKED TO THE BONE!
SOAKED TO THE BONE!
I am the butcher of the valley!
(Ends abruptly with the sound of a knife being wiped on a rough sleeve)
SUKI
