[Verse 1- A filthy, pulsing 808 bass line and a slow, ticking hi-hat. Dark, eerie synth pads in the background. No guitars.]
[Vocals: Close to the mic, raspy, half-whispered, dripping with venom.]
Go ahead and carve me up.
Every syllable you spit is a goddamn serrated blade.
Swearing that you fucking love me,
Right as I watch the illusion of you start to fade.
Why am I so addicted to the rot?
Bored out of my skull, tying up the slipknot.
The only toxic shit left between you and me,
Is the fucking pedestal I built from our misery.
[Pre-Chorus- The trap beat accelerates. A distorted, sliding guitar starts to scrape in the background. The tension is palpable.]
You strip it down but the room goes cold!
Another empty touch, doing exactly what you're told!
[Chorus- The track violently explodes. Massive, drop-tuned power chords layered with industrial synths. The drums are a driving, heavy rock groove.]
Where the fuck is the devotion?!
When you're grinding on me, just going through the motions!
I’m choking on the spit, I’m wearing the crown,
And you don’t even give a shit that I’m breaking the fuck down!
How do I keep my balance when you’re the concrete floor?!
Smashing my skull open, and asking me for more!
[Verse 2- Instantly drops back to the heavy 808 bass, but this time a disgusting, syncopated djent guitar chugs quietly along with the kick drum.]
Yeah, I wasted all my love on a parasite!
Zero patience left, just a violent appetite!
You turn your body into motion but my pulse is flatlined!
Fucking in the dark, but we're both totally blind!
I'm suffocating on the standard that I set for you,
A counterfeit saint, and we both know it's true!
[Pre-Chorus- The sliding guitar scrape returns, louder and more abrasive this time.]
You strip it down but the room goes cold!
Another empty touch, doing exactly what you're told!
[Chorus- The massive industrial wall of sound slams back in.]
Where the fuck is the devotion?!
When you're grinding on me, just going through the motions!
I’m choking on the spit, I’m wearing the crown,
And you don’t even give a shit that I’m breaking the fuck down!
How do I keep my balance when you’re the concrete floor?!
Smashing my skull open, and asking me for more!
[Bridge- he music completely cuts out. Just a single, slow, repeating electronic heartbeat. Then, the guitars enter with a slow, impossibly heavy, dissonant groove]
I reach out for a lifeline...
But my fucking hands are slick with the blood.
I’m slipping on the edge...
Dragging my face right through the mud.
[Breakdown]
CRASHING DOWN!
I COME CRASHING THE FUCK DOWN!
JUST GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS!
WHERE THE FUCK IS THE DEVOTION?!
BLEGH!
Breaking THE FUCK DOWN!
[Instrumental interlude]
[Intrumental break]
[Outro Chorus]
Where the fuck is the devotion?!
When you're grinding on me, just going through the motions!
BREAKING THE FUCK DOWN!
How do I keep my balance when you’re the concrete floor?!
BREAKING THE FUCK DOWN!
Atlantica
