Prey of the Week

professional electro-industrial rock and dark electro-pop studio production at 128 BPM, four-on-the-floor kick with dense synth bass, downtuned grunge-metal guitar drops, intimate close-miked breathy mezzo lead in verses with dry detail and restrained vibrato, pre-choruses pull into throbbing sub bass and low haunting delivery, choruses explode into expansive icy soprano lead with wide double-tracking and stacked octave harmonies above heavy guitars, bridge falls back to sparse sub and breathy low vocal before a dramatic silent gap and soaring layered chant, preserve the extreme quiet-to-crushing dynamic arc, polished modern mix with controlled distortion, punchy low end, vocal-forward automation, long reverb tails only on chorus layers, no screaming, no spoken word

Tear off the skin, turn the lights down low You bought a body for a midnight show Thighs, waist, mind of its own Dragging something nasty to a broken home Fast-forward fix, shoot straight through the skin No time to lose, let the fever in Count up the cash, spend it on the sly Faces in the dark while the hours go by. Welcome to the room, open up wide Don't choke on the rot you keep inside Mama doesn't care and your daddy's fast asleep It’s a meat-market world and the entry is cheap. I’ll be your treat! Prey of the week! Cold commodity, total wreck Teeth on the concrete, hands around my neck Watching you crawl till the collar breaks Your one bad fantasy, drenched in sweat Call me a monster, rip me to pieces! Yeah, rip me to pieces! High-speed rush, room full of smoke Pushed to the floor till you start to choke In a house full of rot and a bed full of filth Daddy’s plastic card paying off your guilt Raw trade, cold touch, get a little harder Leading you straight like a lamb to the slaughter Cut through the noise, step into the dark Bite down hard and leave a mark. Welcome to the room, open up wide Don't choke on the rot you keep inside Mama doesn't care and your daddy's fast asleep It’s a meat-market world and the entry is cheap. I’ll be your treat! Prey of the week! Cold commodity, total wreck Teeth on the concrete, hands around my neck Watching you crawl till the collar breaks Your one bad fantasy, drenched in sweat Call me a monster, rip me to pieces! Flesh. Sweat. Leather. Rot. Give me every dirty thing you got. His touch. Her mouth. Bite down hard, spit it out. Open wide, don't be scared. It's a flesh-peddling pit and nobody's spared! I’ll be your treat! Prey of the week! Cold commodity, total wreck Teeth on the concrete, hands around my neck Watching you crawl till the collar breaks Your one bad fantasy, drenched in sweat Call me a monster, rip me to pieces! Prey of the week. Drown in the noise. Rip me to pieces.

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