Going Through The Motions

​[Verse 1- A filthy, pulsing 808 bass line and a slow, ticking hi-hat. Dark, eerie synth pads in the background. No guitars.]

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.

CRASHING DOWN!

I COME CRASHING THE FUCK DOWN!

JUST GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS!

WHERE THE FUCK IS THE DEVOTION?!

BLEGH!

Breaking THE FUCK DOWN!

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!