[Intro](The song begins in complete a cappella silence. A deep, cavernous didgeridoo hum drops in at a sluggish, echoing pace, vibrating with intense sub-bass waves. A lone jaw harp begins to twang rhythmically on the backbeat. A low, layered three-part vocal drone holds a dark, minor-chord harmony underneath.)Step out of the glare.Sink down into the mud.The clock is ticking backwards now.Let the deep water rise.[Verse 1](Slow, heavy, syncopated rap delivery. The didgeridoo pulses like a slow-motion engine, accompanied only by a chest-thumping mouth-beatbox and the metallic twang of the jaw harp.)Walking through the fog where the old world diesNo mirror in my hand, no scales over the eyesThe dirt is freezing cold but the heartbeat is thickCount the rhythm down by the pendulum clickGot a slide guitar dragging like a chain through the marshEvery single breath is heavy, heavy and harshWe don't need a torch when the dark is our homeWe reading all the history written on the stone.[Pre-Chorus](The instrumentation drops out entirely except for the didgeridoo drone. A sudden, haunting wall of layered a cappella vocal harmonies rises, echoing wildly in a vast stereo field.)I hear the low frequency rattle the floorWe ain't asking for the keys, we just melted the doorKeep the breathing slow, let the gravity pullThe pocket is empty but the spirit is full.[Chorus](The full groove drops. A massive, earth-shaking 808 bass layers beneath the didgeridoo. A bluesy, distorted slide resonator guitar wails a slow, agonizing melody while the a cappella choir chants behind the slow-motion rap flow.)Sink into the void! (Yeah!)We are moving through the deep!Sink into the void! (Yeah!)Wake the secrets from their sleep!Let the slow river roll!Let the heavy ground shake!We got an unshakeable soulThat the winter cannot breakGather at the banks where the black willows weepThe water is rising but we ain't going deepThey were trading their freedom for a little bit of goldWe keeping the fire that can never be soldNo light in the canopy, no stars in the skyJust the click of the jaw harp passing us byRubbing two hands together, keeping 'em warmStepping right into the center of the storm.[Bridge](All instruments vanish instantly. The song drops back into a raw, haunting a cappella space. A solo voice performs an eerie, complex vocal scat over a throat-singing bass line and a heavy boot-stomp on every fourth beat.)(Vocal Scat / Throat-Singing Breakdown)Huuu-mumm-da-bop-shoo-wop-mumm...Zat-za-di-bop, clear the room...Shoo-wop-ti-clack, hit the track...(Call-and-response gothic gospel chant, belted out with raw, dusty vocal grit)Did you think the shadow could swallow up the flame?(No, the fire remembers its name!)Did you think the silence could choke out the sound?(No, the frequency is shaking up the ground!)Break the clay.Clear the way.
GrizzlyJones
