INTRO (count-in / shouted) ONE—TWO—THREE—FOUR— æŻăŒć‡ă‚‹ă€ćœ±ăŒćą—ăˆă‚‹ GET IN THE PIT— BEGIN! âž» VERSE 1 (blast speed, snarled) You’re not some ocean god with a thousand eyes— You’re a spiral-hook in the back of the mind. Not horror from the deep— WORSE: the echo that repeats, The thing that drags you forward while you’re still behind. Convoluted shadows—braided, bent, entwined, Crawling over daylight like rust on shrine. I step into myself— And the floor folds in— A mineshaft made of mirrors where the “me” can’t climb. âž» PRE-CHORUS (staccato, hammering) Straight lines lie. One-way time dies. I chase the start— It bites my spine. ć§‹ăŸă‚‹â€”æ»ă‚Œă‚‹â€” I RUN—IT RUNS ME— ć§‹ăŸă‚‹â€”æ»ă‚Œă‚‹â€” âž» CHORUS (gang shouts + scream) WARPED MINES! I DIG MY NAME OUT OF NOISE! CONVOLUTED SHADOWS! I SEE THE CHAOS IN MY VOICE! BEGIN—TWIST—BEGIN—AGAIN— I AM THE LOOP I CAN’T ESCAPE! WARPED MINES! SELF-COLLAPSE—SELF-REMAKE! âž» VERSE 2 (machine-groove, fast double kick) People don’t turn away ‘cause it’s “too strange to know”— They turn away ‘cause it won’t stay in a row. They want the story clean: One cause, one scar, one scene— But I bring the storm where the endings grow. They cut the beast to pieces, call that “understanding,” Miss the whole creature breathing—still expanding. They count each flicker, Lose the fire’s figure— Call it “madness” when it’s pattern demanding. âž» BREAKDOWN (slow, crushing, vocals layered) Their eyes have gates. Their ears have bars. Too many turns— They call it “scars.” But I see maps in the damage, I hear shape in the scream— I watch the shadows braid through the beam. 私
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 æ»ă‚Œă‚‹â€Šć§‹ăŸă‚‹â€Š ME
ME
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 âž» BRIDGE (speed returns, sharp and urgent) I don’t need to burn it down— I need to lead them in. Not the whole spiral at once— Just one step, then the next, then the next— Let the mind learn how to spin. Give ‘em a doorway. Give ‘em a rung. Give ‘em a pulse they can follow— Till the language in the dark becomes tongue. âž» FINAL CHORUS (faster, higher, relentless) WARPED MINES! I DIG MY FACE OUT OF FLAME! CONVOLUTED SHADOWS! I WATCH MY ECHO EAT MY NAME! BEGIN—TWIST—BEGIN—AGAIN— NO STRAIGHT PATH LEFT TO TAKE! WARPED MINES! SELF-DEVOUR—SELF-AWAKE! âž» OUTRO (chant, fading into a grinding loop) Begin—twisted—I— Twisted—begin—again— æ»ă‚Œă‚‹â€Šć§‹ăŸă‚‹â€Šç§â€Š Again. Begin. Twisted. I. èžș旋