[Intro] [Mechanical clicking of a gun chambering] [Heavy, distorted industrial bass pulse kicks in] Yeah. Contrary? You have no idea. Check the lineage. Check the bloodline. It’s a glitch in the design. [Verse 1] [Fast, technical "Chopper" flow - high word density] Look at the bastard, the son of a carpenter, son of a ghost in the rafters Living a life with no laughter, chasing the "ever-and-after" Born in a stable but labeled a king with a fable that’s making me unstable Sitting at Joseph’s table but feeling the spirit is nothing but fatal Mary, you looking contrary, the burden you carry is scary and legendary But did you even see the kid? Or just the visionary secondary? I was a pawn in a play, I was a debt you were forced to pay Watching you pray to a Father that’s light-years away while I’m fading to gray! [Chorus] [Heavy, sludge-metal guitar riff - aggressive shouting] MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY! How does your garden grow? With silver bells and a bastard son That you didn't even get to know! I’m the hole in the plan! I’m the ghost of the man! The title is a lie that I can’t withstand! [Verse 2] [Flow switch - double-time technical stacking] Stacking the syllables, filling the intervals, looking for miracles, feeling so miserable God is invisible, Joseph is cynical, I’m at the pinnacle of something digital You were a vessel, a channel, a mother in flannel, but I was a manual Written in stone for a throne that was built on a bone-chilling channel! You never held me, you handled me, prophecy canceled the family Branding me "Holy" but leaving me lonely and trapped in this vanity Bastard of Zion, the lamb and the lion, I’m sick of the trying I’m Skeleton Jesus, the product of Mary just sitting there crying! [Chorus] MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY! How does your garden grow? With silver bells and a bastard son That you didn't even get to know! I’m the hole in the plan! I’m the ghost of the man! The title is a lie that I can’t withstand! [Bridge] [Tempo stays fast - music cuts to just a heavy, distorted drum loop] [Rapid fire delivery] Joseph didn't want me. God didn't haunt me. You just watched me. The title... it blocked me. I wasn't a baby, I was a "Maybe." I wasn't a son, I was the "One." [Screamed] AND THE ONE IS DONE! [Guitar Solo] [Aggressive, fast-shredding industrial metal solo - dissonant and cold] [Outro] [Cold, mechanical fade out] How does your garden grow, Mary? Row by row... Of everyone you let go. [Sound of a heavy iron door slamming shut]
