Necrosis

Necrosis

Tempo: 138 BPM

Tuning: Drop F

Feel: mid-tempo deathcore with progressive dissonance. Think Lorna Shore’s colder, more surgical moments mixed with the weight of a body that’s actively failing you. No clean choruses. No hope. Just the sound of something rotting while it’s still walking.

Slow, detuned open-string feedback that never quite resolves. A single high harmonic keeps stabbing in the left speaker like a nerve that won’t shut up. No drums yet. Just the sound of something dying in real time.

(low, almost spoken growls, dry and close)

I wake up already losing

Skin that doesn’t answer when I call

Every joint a quiet mutiny

Every step a controlled fall

The frost is in the wiring now

It never leaves, it only spreads

I used to outrun the silence

Now the silence lives in my legs

(double-time kicks under the riff, still restrained)

You don’t get to keep what you love

You only get to watch it slow

(full force, stacked lows + high screams on the last line of each couplet)

This is not a wound

This is the body rewriting the terms

This is not a season

This is the permanent firm

Necrosis doesn’t ask permission

It just takes the room

I am still here

But I am no longer the one who moves

(same dry delivery, slightly more exhausted)

They keep saying “manage it”

Like pain is a dog I can train

Like the fire under the skin

Is something I can rename

I have maps of every hallway

I no longer climb the stairs

The upstairs is a country

That closed its borders years ago

You don’t get to keep what you love

You only get to watch it slow

This is not a wound

This is the body rewriting the terms

This is not a season

This is the permanent firm

Necrosis doesn’t ask permission

It just takes the room

I am still here

But I am no longer the one who moves

(tempo drops to half-time, pure violence)

(eight bars of pure palm-muted open notes, then)

Stay down

Stay down

The floor is the only honest thing left

Stay down

Stay down

Your legs already signed the treaty

(final hit + abrupt silence for two full bars)

(almost whispered, single voice, no instruments except a low pulse)

I used to think the end would be loud

I was wrong

It is quiet

And it is already here

(everything maxed, one last higher scream layer on the last line)

This is not a wound

This is the body rewriting the terms

This is not a season

This is the permanent firm

Necrosis doesn’t ask permission

It just takes the room

I am still here

But I am no longer the one who moves