[Instrumental intro: Slow, heavy HM-2 buzzsaw riffs, funeral-march drum pace, weeping twin-guitar harmony] [Intro: Sustained, ultra-deep guttural roar, feedback-drenched guitars, slow double-kick pulse] [Verse 1: Slow, crushing death'n'roll groove, thick bass-heavy production, weary and dragging growls] White walls closing in like a vice A chemical gamble, a roll of the dice The needle is cold, the liquid is blue Rewiring the mind, becoming something new [Chorus: Massive wall of sound, sorrowful melodic lead lines, soaring half-time groove, cavernous vocals] Static pulse therapy, numbing the pain A mechanical hum inside of the brain I’m floating in white, I’m drowning in gray The sense of the self is drifting away [Verse 2: Gritty, slow-swinging rhythm, dissonant guitar accents, chest-heavy resonant growls] Doctors in masks with eyes of glass Watching the hours and minutes pass The voltage is rising, the circuits are tight Chasing the darkness with clinical light [Chorus: Massive wall of sound, sorrowful melodic lead lines, soaring half-time groove, cavernous vocals] Static pulse therapy, numbing the pain A mechanical hum inside of the brain I’m floating in white, I’m drowning in gray The sense of the self is drifting away [Verse 3: Minimalist percussion, eerie melodic guitar melody, slow-building intensity, deep growls] A twitch in the finger, a spark in the eye The chemicals lie, the chemicals lie Locked in a cage made of pills and of wire Extinguishing the core of my internal fire [Chorus: Massive wall of sound, sorrowful melodic lead lines, soaring half-time groove, cavernous vocals] Static pulse therapy, numbing the pain A mechanical hum inside of the brain I’m floating in white, I’m drowning in gray The sense of the self is drifting away [Instrumental solo: Slow, soulful but dark guitar solo, heavy use of wah-pedal, transitioning into a weeping harmony] [Verse 4: Heavy, dragging breakdown, industrial-style rhythmic accents, ultra-low guttural vocals] Sedated... Degraded... The original version of me has faded A shell of a man in a sterile room [Pre‑Bridge: Building tension with a slow galloping D-beat, mounting guitar dissonance] Charge the leads... Plant the seeds... [Bridge: Shift to a faster melodic death metal assault, aggressive layered growls, heavy double-kick] FEEDBACK! STATIC! THE TREATMENT IS DRASTIC! PULSE! REWIRE! BURN IN THE CLINICAL FIRE! [Coda: Return to the slow, mournful melody, distant echoes of the growled chorus] Static pulse... Numbing me... [Outro: Fading buzzsaw guitar drone, final heavy bass thud, the sound of a machine powering down] Sparks ignite behind the bone Trapped inside this fractured dome MY MIND IS BURNING BRIGHT DROWNING IN THE BLINDING LIGHT MY MIND IS BURNING BRIGHT DROWNING IN THE BLINDING LIGHT
