BEAST WORE MY SUNDAY CLOTHES

Southern country-metal fused with cyber metal, trance propulsion, and psychedelic swamp-blues guitar; haunting horror atmosphere, 140 BPM four-on-the-floor drive alternating with 174 BPM neuro drum-and-bass surges and abrupt half-time drops, E-minor low-tuned distorted guitar chugs and palm-muted syncopated riffs locked with guitar-synth, crushing djent accents, moving bass, punchy live drums with massive tribal percussion, short harmonica answers, expressive twin-guitar solo with bent notes and harmonized phrases, Deep sinister male patois storytelling in rhythmic spoken-sung phrasing, deep pitch-shifted robotic male growl, rhythmic shouts and screamed peaks; whispered close-mic female passages rising from a low dark register into a fierce full-voice belt, Vocoder color, TTS-like robotic texture and glitch-stutter vocal edits, Gritty analog production, dry intimate verses, dense low end, dramatic dynamic contrast and an escalating cinematic arrangement

[Intro]
The dogs went quiet by the county line
A red moon caught on the power wire
Mama barred the door with a chair and a hymn
But something outside knew my name

[Verse 1]
I was hauling feed past the quarry bend
When the truck died cold and the rain came in
Then a barefoot man crossed the ditch too fast
With a torn-up coat and a face like mine
He said, “Son, don’t run when the blood gets warm”
I saw his teeth in the lightning storm
The old mill clock struck twelve, then froze
And the woods leaned close where the black creek flows

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a mark under my collar
There’s a pulse beneath the floor
Something learned to wear my shadow
Something’s scratching at the door

[Chorus]
Lycanthrope, bite down, hold the line
Moon on the water, wolf in the pine
I hear my own voice calling from the trees
“Come out, come out, and let the old blood breathe”
Lycanthrope, no prayer can make me whole
One hand on the latch, one hand on my soul
If I cross that yard when the church bells toll
Tell them the beast wore my Sunday clothes

[Verse 2]
At the feed-store window, the glass turned black
My reflection smiled while my hands stayed slack
The radio spoke with a stranger’s tongue
A weather report for the day I’d come undone
My sister said, “Stay till the morning light”
She held my wrists through the teeth of the night
I heard her whisper low by the kitchen sink
“Don’t let it take you farther than you think”

[Female Whisper]
I know your heartbeat
I know that sound
I’ll hold the doorway
I won’t back down

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a mark under my collar
There’s a pulse beneath the floor
Something learned to wear my shadow
Something’s breaking through the door

[Drop]
Four hard knocks
Three slow breaths
Two red eyes
One name left

[Verse 3]
I put my boots on the table and waited
The floorboards groaned like the house had hated
Every good thing I’d tried to keep
Every promise I had buried deep
Then my jaw went tight and the lamps went thin
My knuckles split and the night came in
My sister stood there, shaking but still
With the old hound’s chain and a will of iron

[Female Verse]
I watched you mend the fence in winter
I watched you carry your father home
You are not the hunger in your blood
You are the hand that chooses where to go

[Build]
Hold fast—hold fast
The creek runs black, but the bank is stone
Hold fast—hold fast
A heart can answer its oldest tone

[Bridge]
The chain went slack
The door swung wide
My sister sang
I stepped outside
No silver bullet, no preacher’s decree
Just two bare feet and the choice to be me

[Breakdown]
Not your teeth
Not your name
Not your hunger
Not your claim
I am the hand upon the gate
I am the one who chooses fate

[Final Chorus]
Lycanthrope, bite down, hold the line
Moon on the water, wolf in the pine
I hear my own voice calling from the trees
But it can’t make a home out of me
Lycanthrope, let the dawn come slow
I stand in the mud where the cold roots grow
When the church bells ring and the black clouds roll
I’ll wear my own face, I’ll keep my soul

[Outro]
The dogs came back when the first light broke
The old mill turned and the creek ran cold
My sister left the kitchen lamp on
And I walked home carrying my name

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[Intro] The dogs went quiet by the county line A red moon caught on the power wire Mama barred the door with a chair and a hymn But something outside knew my name [Verse 1] I was hauling feed past the quarry bend When the truck died cold and the rain came in Then a barefoot man crossed the ditch too fast With a torn-up coat and a face like mine He said, “Son, don’t run when the blood gets warm” I saw his teeth in the lightning storm The old mill clock struck twelve, then froze And the woods leaned close where the black creek flows [Pre-Chorus] There’s a mark under my collar There’s a pulse beneath the floor Something learned to wear my shadow Something’s scratching at the door [Chorus] Lycanthrope, bite down, hold the line Moon on the water, wolf in the pine I hear my own voice calling from the trees “Come out, come out, and let the old blood breathe” Lycanthrope, no prayer can make me whole One hand on the latch, one hand on my soul If I cross that yard when the church bells toll Tell them the beast wore my Sunday clothes [Verse 2] At the feed-store window, the glass turned black My reflection smiled while my hands stayed slack The radio spoke with a stranger’s tongue A weather report for the day I’d come undone My sister said, “Stay till the morning light” She held my wrists through the teeth of the night I heard her whisper low by the kitchen sink “Don’t let it take you farther than you think” [Female Whisper] I know your heartbeat I know that sound I’ll hold the doorway I won’t back down [Pre-Chorus] There’s a mark under my collar There’s a pulse beneath the floor Something learned to wear my shadow Something’s breaking through the door [Chorus] Lycanthrope, bite down, hold the line Moon on the water, wolf in the pine I hear my own voice calling from the trees “Come out, come out, and let the old blood breathe” Lycanthrope, no prayer can make me whole One hand on the latch, one hand on my soul If I cross that yard when the church bells toll Tell them the beast wore my Sunday clothes [Drop] Four hard knocks Three slow breaths Two red eyes One name left [Verse 3] I put my boots on the table and waited The floorboards groaned like the house had hated Every good thing I’d tried to keep Every promise I had buried deep Then my jaw went tight and the lamps went thin My knuckles split and the night came in My sister stood there, shaking but still With the old hound’s chain and a will of iron [Female Verse] I watched you mend the fence in winter I watched you carry your father home You are not the hunger in your blood You are the hand that chooses where to go [Build] Hold fast—hold fast The creek runs black, but the bank is stone Hold fast—hold fast A heart can answer its oldest tone [Chorus] Lycanthrope, bite down, hold the line Moon on the water, wolf in the pine I hear my own voice calling from the trees “Come out, come out, and let the old blood breathe” Lycanthrope, no prayer can make me whole One hand on the latch, one hand on my soul If I cross that yard when the church bells toll Tell them the beast wore my Sunday clothes [Bridge] The chain went slack The door swung wide My sister sang I stepped outside No silver bullet, no preacher’s decree Just two bare feet and the choice to be me [Breakdown] Not your teeth Not your name Not your hunger Not your claim I am the hand upon the gate I am the one who chooses fate [Final Chorus] Lycanthrope, bite down, hold the line Moon on the water, wolf in the pine I hear my own voice calling from the trees But it can’t make a home out of me Lycanthrope, let the dawn come slow I stand in the mud where the cold roots grow When the church bells ring and the black clouds roll I’ll wear my own face, I’ll keep my soul [Outro] The dogs came back when the first light broke The old mill turned and the creek ran cold My sister left the kitchen lamp on And I walked home carrying my name

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