I Can't Say It Clean

Red Dust Siren

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Red Dust Siren

progressive metal, brutal metal

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[IMMEDIATE CRUSHING RIFF — extremely low-tuned guitars, grinding bass and huge toms; no clean introduction]

[VERSE — very low male voice, badly slurred and mumbled; words run together, consonants disappear; sounds physically difficult to produce]

I know what happened.
I know what changed.
I know your name,
but it sounds rearranged.

I tried to tell you.
It died in my throat.
I swallowed the sentence.
I choked on the note.

[Vocal trails into unintelligible murmuring while the riff continues]

...shoulda...
...couldn't...
...I dunno...
...I dunno...

[Sudden scream — perfectly clear]

**I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LIVE WITH THIS.**

[Violent instrumental response — blast of double kick and dissonant guitar]

[VERSE — half-mumbled, half-growled; uneven breaths between phrases]

Been saying I'm fine
till the word lost its shape.

Been begging my mind
for a minute's escape.

Can't finish a thought.
Can't finish a plea.

Every word that comes out
sounds nothing like me.

[Voice begins slipping further out of intelligibility]

I meant—

mm... meant t'say—

[Low growl]

**STAY.**

[Long technical instrumental — guitars twist through an ugly polyrhythm; bass pushes against the meter; vocalist can be heard breathing, muttering and making broken nonverbal sounds underneath]

[Melodic section — tortured clean baritone, badly cracked and unstable; melody is beautiful but the pronunciation remains blurred]

I can't say it clean.
I can't make it clear.

Something inside me
is dying in here.

I can't make a prayer
out of what I've become.

If God understands me—

**then God knows this one.**

[Massive riff drops underneath the final word]

[AGONY SECTION — vocals alternate between slurred speech, growls and sudden screams; increasingly difficult to understand]

Don't—

don't make me—

mm'nah—

I can't—

I CAN'T—

[Growled phrase, nearly unintelligible]

...getitout...

[Scream]

**GET IT OUT!**

[Breakdown — brutally slow low-string impacts separated by ragged breathing]

[Deep growl]

It hurts when I wake.

[Impact]

It hurts when I sleep.

[Impact]

It hurts when I talk.

[Impact]

It hurts when I breathe.

[Rhythm accelerates]

I buried it shallow.
It buried me deep.

I promised I'd carry it—

**IT'S CARRYING ME.**

[EXTREME BREAKDOWN — screamed and growled vocals become increasingly mangled; underlying words still rhyme]

**I CAN'T FUCKING SAY IT!**

...sayit...
...sayit...
...s-say—

**I CAN'T FUCKING NAME IT!**

...nameit...
...same shit...
...can't—

**I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M BEGGING YOU FOR!**

[Full band collapses into feedback and distorted bass]

[Very quiet mumbling — almost impossible to understand]

I had the words once.

I think.

I think I—

[Voice cracks]

...mm'sorry...

[Long silence]

[One enormous distorted chord]

[Final scream — painfully clear]

**PLEASE.**

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[IMMEDIATE CRUSHING RIFF — extremely low-tuned guitars, grinding bass and huge toms; no clean introduction] [VERSE — very low male voice, badly slurred and mumbled; words run together, consonants disappear; sounds physically difficult to produce] I know what happened. I know what changed. I know your name, but it sounds rearranged. I tried to tell you. It died in my throat. I swallowed the sentence. I choked on the note. [Vocal trails into unintelligible murmuring while the riff continues] ...shoulda... ...couldn't... ...I dunno... ...I dunno... [Sudden scream — perfectly clear] **I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LIVE WITH THIS.** [Violent instrumental response — blast of double kick and dissonant guitar] [VERSE — half-mumbled, half-growled; uneven breaths between phrases] Been saying I'm fine till the word lost its shape. Been begging my mind for a minute's escape. Can't finish a thought. Can't finish a plea. Every word that comes out sounds nothing like me. [Voice begins slipping further out of intelligibility] I meant— I meant— mm... meant t'say— [Low growl] **STAY.** [Long technical instrumental — guitars twist through an ugly polyrhythm; bass pushes against the meter; vocalist can be heard breathing, muttering and making broken nonverbal sounds underneath] [Melodic section — tortured clean baritone, badly cracked and unstable; melody is beautiful but the pronunciation remains blurred] I can't say it clean. I can't make it clear. Something inside me is dying in here. I can't make a prayer out of what I've become. If God understands me— **then God knows this one.** [Massive riff drops underneath the final word] [AGONY SECTION — vocals alternate between slurred speech, growls and sudden screams; increasingly difficult to understand] Don't— don't make me— mm'nah— I can't— I CAN'T— [Growled phrase, nearly unintelligible] ...getitout... [Scream] **GET IT OUT!** [Breakdown — brutally slow low-string impacts separated by ragged breathing] [Deep growl] It hurts when I wake. [Impact] It hurts when I sleep. [Impact] It hurts when I talk. [Impact] It hurts when I breathe. [Rhythm accelerates] I buried it shallow. It buried me deep. I promised I'd carry it— **IT'S CARRYING ME.** [EXTREME BREAKDOWN — screamed and growled vocals become increasingly mangled; underlying words still rhyme] **I CAN'T FUCKING SAY IT!** ...sayit... ...sayit... ...s-say— **I CAN'T FUCKING NAME IT!** ...nameit... ...same shit... ...can't— **I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M BEGGING YOU FOR!** [Full band collapses into feedback and distorted bass] [Very quiet mumbling — almost impossible to understand] I had the words once. I think. I think I— [Voice cracks] ...mm'sorry... [Long silence] [One enormous distorted chord] [Final scream — painfully clear] **PLEASE.**

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