spinning {my Dark reserve}

on my teeth. Skin pulled tight. Wires in the twitch, electric in the bite. Crawl through the wreckage, still up on my feet tonight... [Verse 1 - syncopated bassline, chugging palm-muted guitar stabs, rhythmic snarled delivery] (rhythmic, snarled) Scrape off the noise—pace the cage, pace the floor, Four padded walls leanin’ into the door! (distorted vocal fry) My dirty little pulse keeps talkin’ back, Drown it in the sink, put the dog in a sack! Bolt it down inside—make me holy again, Wash off the blood with a porcelain grin! [Hook - full industrial band kicks in, swung glam-metal march, shouted anthemic call] (shouted punch) Spin it! Spin it! (Hah!) Got the truth in my teeth and I can’t spit it out! Spin it! Spin it! (Hah!) Run your savior scam till it chews me out! (shouted punch) Spin it! Spin it! (Hah!) Got the truth in my teeth and I can’t spit it out! Spin it! Spin it! (Hah!) Run your savior scam till it chews me out! [Pre-Chorus - rhythm strips back to kick and feedback swell, creeping dynamic rise] (hissed whisper) Feel... (strained vocal fry) FEEL... Quit shovin’ that host down my throat! (raspy ascent) Crack in the ribcage, claw at the coat— (guttural scream) NO! [Chorus - explosive heavy drop, wall-of-sound drop-D guitars, throat-tearing double-tracked screams] (distorted scream) I DON’T WANT IT! (distorted scream) I DON’T WANT IT! I DON’T WANT YOUR CROWN! I WANNA CRAWL OUT— PULL THE PLASTER DOWN! Drop the mask! Break the shrine! Playin’ little halo for a room full of vultures! (mocking whisper) Let it rot... (screamed) Drink the poison and call it divine! Let it rot... (mocking whisper) Let it rot... (screamed) Drink the poison and call it divine! [Hook - swinging industrial stomp groove, aggressive unison vocal punch] (snapped accents) Spin it! Spin it! (Hah!) Got the truth in my teeth and I can’t spit it out! Spin it! Spin it! (Hah!) Run your savior scam till it chews me out! Got the truth in my teeth and I can’t spit it out! Spin it! Spin it! (Hah!) Run your savior scam till it chews me out! [Bridge - tempo feels half-time, crawling bass drone, eerie glam lullaby whisper] (low whispered slur) My chest is an autopsy drawer... Cold rusted hinge on the slaughterhouse floor. Sit in the wreckage I called my spine... You worship the murder, but you punish the crime. (building to scream) Is this the monster you built? Is this the monster you made?! [Chorus - maximum stereo blast, chaotic industrial noise, full throat-shredding vocal peak] (distorted scream) I DON’T WANT IT! I DON’T WANT YOUR CROWN! (distorted scream) I DON’T WANT IT! I DON’T WANT YOUR CROWN! I WANNA CRAWL OUT— PULL THE PLASTER DOWN! Drop the mask! Break the shrine! Playin’ little halo for a room full of vultures! (screamed tail) LET IT ROT! [Outro - decaying guitar feedback, mechanical clock ticking, fading breath] (dry, exhausted whisper) Let it slip through... Let it rot... (Hah!) Worship the rot... (sharp intake of breath) [Hard Stop]