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Domesticated #NDC_Bingo [D1]

Roggert
Roggert
A heavy stoner rock track with a dark, sarcastic tone, Use sludgy, down-tuned guitars, thick fuzz bass, and pounding tribal drums, Incorporate Cowbell hits as a key rhythmic and symbolic element, idiophone hand percussion, Verses should be groove-based and restrained, with space between riffs and gritty vocal delivery, Choruses should hit with massive power chords, half-time drums, gang vocals, and cowbell accents, Include a stripped-down breakdown section with floor toms and dry percussion, Vocals: male, raspy and sneering, alternating between spoken and shouted lines, Overall mood: heavy, hypnotic, primal, Saturated with distortion, tension, and raw repetition, Think post-doom groove, with a protest march energy, Cowbell must be present as a deliberate musical symbol, Fuzzy, slow, primal, loud

🌼☀️🎶 NDC BINGO🎶☀️🌼 [Verse] Collar made of velvet lies Keep me safe, keep me blind You say I’m family, part of your tribe But you named me, tamed me, stole my stride Four walls, a bowl, a smile on your face You clip my claws, then call it grace Rub my fur, forget my howl Kiss me soft, then cage me foul [Chorus] Domesticated — tamed, named, chained Woke up wild, now I sleep trained Domesticated — praised and spayed Love me tender, but don’t let me stray I used to run — now I pace Domesticated... Behind your love-shaped cage [Verse] Tricks for treats, sit and stay You clap, I pray the beast won’t wake Muzzle me with sweet affection While you kill the instinct for protection No hunt, no pack, no night, no howl Just birthday hats and little towels I piss where you told me to Then smile like I wanted to [Breakdown] The Dreamer watched me through the fence And nodded like it all made sense [Bridge] I wasn’t born for a calendar of feedings I wasn’t made for praise or pleading I want the wind, I want the hunt You want a pet — I want a f.. Yeah..! [Final Chorus] Domesticated — tagged and claimed Petted soft while they clipped my fangs Domesticated — praised and caged And still you say, “It’s for your sake.” I used to run — Now I wait Domesticated... Behind your love-shaped gate