Spirits of Infirmity

[Intro]
[hissing static, low synth swell]
(ha... ha-ha-ha...)
(spiirits...)
(growl)
[Verse 1]
I hear them
behind my teeth
Every little doubt I buried
claws to breathe
They circle
like vultures on my chest
Counting down each shallow breath
I have left
[Pre-Chorus]
You say it's in my head
but they eat what I believe
They write sermons on my scars
and preach me back to sleep
[Chorus]
Spirits of infirmity
scratch my name in crimson ink
Tell me I was made to break
made to rot and overthink
But I won't wear your disease
won't be your altar, your defeat
Spirits of infirmity
get out, get out of me
(ha-ha-ha...)
[Verse 2]
She sings
in a fever-twisted tongue
Every promise turns to ashes
on her lungs
He laughs
in a rusted barbed-wire grin
Says, "Pain is just a prayer
you keep inside your skin" (growl)
[Pre-Chorus]
You say "Just let it go"
while they gnaw behind my eyes
They drink every shaken "why"
and toast to all my cries
[Chorus]
Spirits of infirmity
scratch my name in crimson ink
Tell me I was made to break
made to rot and overthink
But I won't wear your disease
won't be your altar, your defeat
Spirits of infirmity
get out, get out of me
(get out...) (get out...)
[Bridge]
[beat drops, filtered guitars, whispered duet]
Male: I am not your crippled faith
Female: I am not your cursed refrain
Male: I am not your favorite wound
Female: I am not your waiting grave
Together: You fed on my fear
year after year
(growl) Now choke
on every tear
[Breakdown]
(spiirits... spiirits...)
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!)
[guitars slam in, rapid-fire vocal]
You are the lie
I learned to recite
Hand on my heart
as I swallowed the night
I bite through the chains
you carved in my veins
I spit out your name
I rise from your flame (yeah!)
[Chorus]
Spirits of infirmity
scratch my name in crimson ink
Tell me I was made to break
made to rot and overthink
But I won't wear your disease
won't be your altar, your defeat
Spirits of infirmity
get out, get out of me
(get out of me) (growl)
[Outro]
(ha... ha-ha-ha...)
Your kingdom
coughs in the dust
My body, my soul
not a throne for your rust
(guttural growl fading)

rap, Hybrid modern rock with male and female vocals trading lines; crunchy down-tuned guitars locked to a tight, swung groove, industrial pulses, and distant choral pads. Verses stay tense and spacious with whispered rap sections and distorted spoken-word; choruses explode with layered screams, soaring hook, and demonic laughs and growls tucked just under the lead. Mid-song breakdown drops to filtered drums and glitchy vocal chops before slamming back in with a double-time final chorus and gang vocals., nu metal, alternative rock, electronic, rock, rap rock