[genre: post-hardcore, sludge metal] [mood: confrontational, savage, unrepentant] [dynamics: volatile, explosive crescendos, stripped breakdowns] [instruments: distorted guitars, grinding bass, pounding drums, feedback] [Fang vocal-style: corroded, snarling, throat-shredded, defiant] [style: raw, abrasive, unpolished aggression] [tempo: 85 BPM verses, 140 BPM chorus surges] [theme: cultural domestication, intellectual cowardice, savage truth] [intro] [music: feedback swell, bass rumble building] [Fang vocals: whispered, menacing] You want your meat pre-chewed Spine removed, sanitized [verse 1] [music: mid-tempo chug, guitars entering with dissonant riff] [Fang vocals: snarling, contemptuous] Beadsman clutching comfort food Leather-bound and shrink-wrapped doom You flinch at monuments too huge Prefer your God on training wheels [pre-chorus] [music: tempo increase, building tension] [Fang vocals: voice cracking, rising intensity] What scares you more The size or what it asks [chorus] [music: full explosion, 140 BPM, all instruments maxed] [Fang vocals: shouted, throat-shredded] Feed me what you cannot stomach I got appetite for ruin While you domesticate your terror I want the book that breaks your jaw Feed me what you cannot stomach I got teeth for older meat [verse 2] [music: return to verse groove, slightly faster] [Fang vocals: sneering, spitting words] Peninsula pretending progress Tiny fist against a continent You stitched rebellion to surrender Called it holy, called it whole [pre-chorus] [music: tension build, drums more aggressive] [Fang vocals: voice fraying at edges] What scares you more The graft or what it hides [chorus] [music: explosive return, heavier than before] [Fang vocals: guttural, then soaring into caustic shout] Feed me what you cannot stomach I got appetite for ruin While you domesticate your terror I want the book that breaks your jaw Feed me what you cannot stomach I got teeth for older meat [breakdown] [music: stripped to bass and drums, slow and crushing] [Fang vocals: low growl, almost spoken] Tame animal knows only tame animal wants Tame animal builds tame animal cage Tame animal calls it grace [bridge] [music: guitars re-enter with dissonant harmonics, building] [Fang vocals: unhinged, voice breaking] You bound your trembling to your rage Glued the scream onto the lullaby Gave it one spine, one name Biggest blasphemy you could manage But you still taste like house pet Still reek of pruned ambition [final chorus] [music: all elements maxed, feedback and distortion peak] [Fang vocals: completely shredded, barely controlled] Feed me what you cannot stomach I got appetite for ruin While you domesticate your terror I want the book that breaks your jaw Feed me what you cannot stomach I got teeth for older meat (I got teeth) (Still got teeth) [outro] [music: slow decay, feedback and bass drone] [Fang vocals: whispered, hoarse] Go back to your rococo I'll stay here with the ruins
