Human Grinder V2 (Rasta-Ska Cover)

[Intro: Distorted, dissonant guitar feedback swells into a slow, crushing, low-end chug. Drums enter with sparse, heavy snare hits and deep kick drum.] [Vocals: Deep, guttural growl] SEE THE FACES! STARE BACK THROUGH THE GLASS! EMPTY VESSELS! WORMS IN A DYING MASS! BORN TO CONSUME! BORN TO INFEST! ANOTHER PARASITE! PUTRID, PUT TO THE TEST! [Pre-Breakdown: Tempo picks up slightly, drums go into a driving D-beat or fast double bass. Vocals grow more frantic, higher pitched shrieks layered over the growls.] YOU ARE THE SICKNESS! YOU ARE THE FUCKING PLAGUE! A CANCER GROWING! A STAIN I CAN'T ERASE! I WATCH YOU FEED! ON THE DYING WORLD! I WATCH YOU BLEED! EVERY SINGLE WORD! [Breakdown 1: Slow, incredibly heavy, sparse, wide guitar chords. Drums hit hard on the 1 and 3, with a ringing snare and massive kick sound. Vocals are a slow, impactful bellow.] THIS IS THE END! (CRUSH!) YOUR FUCKING REIGN! (DIE!) NO ESCAPE! (FEAR!) THE COMING PAIN! (GUT THEM!) BLEGH! [Guitar sustains a dissonant note, feedback howls.] [Verse 2: Slightly faster, more erratic drumming. Vocals alternate between a mid-range growl and sharp, piercing shrieks.] EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE! A POISON IN MY LUNGS! EVERY STEP YOU MAKE! A THOUSAND BURNING STINGS! I CHOKE ON YOUR LIES! I DROWN IN YOUR GREED! WATCH THE LIGHT DIE! PLANTING THE WICKED SEED! [Pre-Breakdown: Even more aggressive and faster. Double bass drumming is relentless. Vocals are a raw, desperate roar.] YOU ARE THE SICKNESS! YOU ARE THE FUCKING PLAGUE! A CANCER GROWING! A STAIN I CAN'T ERASE! I WATCH YOU FEED! ON THE DYING WORLD! I WATCH YOU BLEED! EVERY SINGLE WORD! [Breakdown 2: Slower, heavier, and more dragging than the first. The guitars are almost painful in their low-end chug. Drums are deliberately sluggish, making every hit feel like a hammer blow. Vocals are a drawn-out, agonizing bellow, punctuated by sharp gasps.] SCUM! (DRAG IT DOWN!) WASTE! (GRIND IT UP!) FILTH! (SUFFER!) YOU ARE NOTHING! (NOTHING!) YOU ARE LESS THAN DUST! (LESS THAN DUST!) BLEGH!!!!! [Distorted guitar feedback rings out, slowly decaying.] [Outro: Tempo slows to a crawl, sludgy, dissonant chords. Drums are almost non-existent, just a few heavy cymbal crashes and a final deep kick. Vocals are a ragged, strained whisper building to a final, desperate cry.] I FEEL THE ROT... [low, pained growl] INSIDE MY BONES... [shriek of torment] THIS WORLD IS DEAD... [guttural, despairing] WE ARE ALONE... [barely a whisper, fading] I WANT TO TEAR IT OPEN! RIP OUT THE BEATING HEART! WATCH IT BLEED INTO THE VOID! TEAR IT APART! [Final, sustained, heavily distorted and feedback-laden chord rings out and slowly dies, ending with a final, choked, ragged gasp.]