Gag, Choke and Die (Rasta-Seazta-Skazi’s Re-Visitational)

[Intro | 0:00 – 0:22 | Tempo: 216 BPM | Tuning: Drop F | Key: F Phrygian | Instrumentation: slow-building industrial ambience with low sub rumble, distorted mechanical breathing, reversed screams fading in, then sudden blast of noise gate opening into ultra-downtuned guitars drenched in static feedback, kick and snare gated like hammer strikes | Vocal: whispered gutturals, slowly escalating into throaty low growls, rhythmically panting “gag… choke… die…” layered with delay and reverse reverb] gag… choke… die… ⸻ *[Verse I | 0:23 – 1:05 | Riff: syncopated triplet chugs with harmonic squeals, thick bass saturation, faint industrial percussion clanks | Vocals: guttural spoken-word style, slow and deliberate, dripping with menace, occasional upward growl inflections, delivery: Pig-Squealing style monotone rage over dissonant chug accents | Dynamic: low register, pulsing build-up tension] Velvet ligatures slither from my hands like serpents of silk, Their caress is a scripture of suffocation, Every knot is a psalm that praises your quivering pulse. Your breath stammers, a trapped bird beating inside a cage of ribs— I am the cathedral and the blade, The sermon that tastes like iron and ash. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus | 1:06 – 1:24 | Instrumentation: guitars pull back, drums switch to tom rolls and splash accents, atmosphere thickens with metallic ambience | Vocals: mids-high scream blend, strained and breathless delivery, phrased with staccato inhaled emphasis | Dynamic: rising intensity leading into blast drop] Your eyes bloom into pale eclipses, A moonlit theater of panic, trembling in devotion. ⸻ [Chorus | 1:25 – 1:54 | Full band eruption: blast beats + relentless triplet breakdown pattern, guitars low and stuttering, bass distortion saturating the mix | Vocals: layered mids + deep gutturals + whispered doubles on last line | Delivery: violent rhythmic phrasing, phrased on-beat, ending with decay scream] Gag, choke and die—sing my name in a rasp of glass, I am the halo of hands that tightens and exalts. Your throat is my altar, your silence my hymn, Gag, choke and die—beauty is red when it’s starved of air. ⸻ [Verse II | 1:55 – 2:33 | Instrumentation: tempo drops to 85 BPM half-time slam, guitars bend into squealing dissonant drones, bass heavily sidechained, drums pounding with surgical precision | Vocals: ultra-low gutturals, each line punctuated with inhale noises, secondary vocal track whispering distorted lines underneath | Dynamic: suffocatingly slow and heavy] The rope hums a requiem of teeth and shadow, Each gasp a coin I collect for the ferryman of flesh. You shudder like a violin bleeding its final note, Your veins writing hieroglyphs of collapse on pale parchment skin. I watch your soul arch backwards, elegant and feral, An angel learning how to drown in its own wings. ⸻ [Bridge | 2:34 – 3:12 | Instrumentation: guitars vanish, ambient drones and sub drops create suffocating void, high metallic scraping texture, distant reversed breaths | Vocals: spoken clean whisper at first, then escalating to layered screams with distortion FX automation | Dynamic: cinematic build-up with reverse snare lead into drop] We are not lovers—we are architect and ruin, Hands carving silence into sculpture, Breathless prayers ascending in a spiral of black petals. This is not murder; it is metamorphosis— Under my palm, you are reborn as a scream that cannot escape. ⸻ [Chorus (Reprise) | 3:13 – 3:44 | Instrumentation: return to full tempo 195 BPM with rhythmic half-time breakdown transitions every 4 bars, glitch stutter FX on the word “die” | Vocals: dual-tracked gutturals, layered with filtered whisper echoes | Dynamic: catastrophic climax, every syllable hits on downbeat] Gag, choke and die—sing my name in a rasp of glass, I am the halo of hands that tightens and exalts. Your throat is my altar, your silence my hymn, Gag, choke and die—beauty is red when it’s starved of air. ⸻ [Outro | 3:45 – 4:20 | Tempo: 70 BPM final crawl, dissonant feedback drone fading to silence, single bass string slowly detuning | Vocals: spoken whisper fading through static, last “die” stretched and reversed into decay | Dynamic: collapsing energy to void] When the final tremor leaves your body like a moth from fire, I cradle you, a masterpiece collapsing into dust. No prayers here—only the echo of velvet and ash, And the memory of a song sung without breath: Gag. Choke. And die.