Even If You Still Believe [SikNastee!!👌🏼🤘🏻🤌🏻] (Remastered)

Genre: Extreme Metalcore / Slam / Hardcore / Grindcore (SPITE style) Style: Ruthlessly heavy, relentless, no melody, inhuman gut vocals, harp, rcussive guitar riffs with chaotic dissonance, Bass drops and sub-drops that rupture the mix, Drums are relentless, with blast beats, double kick assaults, and devastating cymbal fills, Slam sections with ultra-sludgy, face-smashing breakdowns, Tempo whiplashes between blistering grindcore speed and cavernous slow-motion slams, Mood: Vicious, mocking, and merciless, The phrase “It’ll Be Alright… (Even If You Cry)” is spat like venom, dripping with sarcasm and loathing, Every moment should feel like it’s breaking down walls with pure hatred, Instrumentation: 8-string guitars tuned absurdly low, snarling distortion, sharp pinch harmonics, Bass is earth-shaking and upfront, Drums are hyper-technical, massive cymbal work in fills, constant kick pressure, and sudden half-time slams, Layers of industrial noise, feedback, and eerie dissonance

V5.5

[Verse 1 – 0:20 – 0:50 | razor tremolo riff, metronomic blasts | Vocals: measured gutturals, surgical cadence]
I map your trust like a blueprint on the skin,
Trace every seam where your convictions begin.
I do not tear — I calibrate each line,
I rework your worship into something mine.
A scalpel made of silence, a ruler made of will,
I fold your vows until they fit my skill.
EVEN IF YOU STILL BELIEVE — I’LL MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND,
I’LL TURN YOUR BLESSINGS INTO LESSONS OF THE HAND.

[Breakdown I – 0:50 – 1:20 | slow mechanical slam | Vocals: crisp, low stabs over whispered overlays]
EVEN IF — YOU — STILL — BELIEVE!!!
(I will teach the weight of proof!)
I’LL — MAKE — YOU — HURT — WITH — ME!!!
(I’ll make you hurt to bleed!)
[Repeat with staccato; allow crowd echo between syllables. | Guitar: choked palm-mutes between lines. | Drums: deliberate, heartbeat-locked hits]

[Verse 2 – 1:20 – 1:50 | grinding, angular riffing | Vocals: venomous mid-range, clipped delivery]
I harvest your hope like fruit from a tree groomed to my hand,
I peel the saccharine thin till only structure stands.
No wildness left — I press the pulse into the frame,
Teach you to answer to my perfectly named pain.
I don’t break you for ruin — I break you for devotion,
I build a liturgy from your surrender, call it motion.
EVEN IF YOU STILL BELIEVE — YOU’LL LEARN TO BLEED A SANGUINE SONG,
A CHORUS TUNED TO MY RHYTHM, SIMPLE, STRONG.

[Breakdown II – 1:50 – 2:20 | half-time, tectonic slam | Vocals: alternating gutturals and cold, clipped yells]
EVEN IF YOU STILL BELIEVE!!!
(I’ll train your bone to bend!)
I’LL MAKE YOU HURT WITH ME!!!
(I’ll make you hurt with me!)
[Repeat — space for crowd to answer “HURT!”]
Your prayers become the gears I wind,
You’ll move because I set the time.

[Bridge – 2:20 – 2:50 | feedback drones, sparse tom hits like a surgeon’s metronome | Vocals: whisper → authoritative crescendo]
I am patient — I catalogue your pain,
Label each fault and etch it into your brain.
You will not cry — you will testify,
A witness formed beneath my eye.
EVEN IF YOU STILL BELIEVE — YOU’LL OFFER WHAT YOU ARE,
An act of faith left beaten and disarmed.

[Final Breakdown – 2:50 – End | cataclysmic slow doom-slam; layered vocals: monstrous lows, clinical whispers, crowd chant overlay]
EVEN IF — YOU — STILL — BELIEVE!!!
I’LL MAKE — YOU — HURT — WITH — ME!!!
EVEN IF — YOU — STILL — BELIEVE!!!
I’LL SHOW YOU — WHAT — HURT — MEANS TO — ME!!!
[Repeat 3×; each repeat widen with harmonic stacks; final pass sustained and then cut.]

NOTHING LEFT TO SAVE!
NOTHING LEFT TO TRADE!
EVEN IF YOU STILL BELIEVE…
I’LL TEACH YOU JUST WHAT HURT MEANS TO ME!!!!

[End | single struck low sub | feedback collapses into a precise, surgical silence]

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[Intro – 0:00 – 0:20 | glass snaps | chains scrape like clockwork | feedback narrows into blastbeat ignition | Vocals: quiet, clinical whisper → cavernous, controlled roar] EVEN IF YOU STILL BELIEVE!!! I’LL DRAIN YOU OF THE BLOOD OF YOUR FAITH!!! I’LL TEACH YOU WHAT HURT MEANS TO ME!!! [Verse 1 – 0:20 – 0:50 | razor tremolo riff, metronomic blasts | Vocals: measured gutturals, surgical cadence] I map your trust like a blueprint on the skin, Trace every seam where your convictions begin. I do not tear — I calibrate each line, I rework your worship into something mine. A scalpel made of silence, a ruler made of will, I fold your vows until they fit my skill. EVEN IF YOU STILL BELIEVE — I’LL MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND, I’LL TURN YOUR BLESSINGS INTO LESSONS OF THE HAND. [Breakdown I – 0:50 – 1:20 | slow mechanical slam | Vocals: crisp, low stabs over whispered overlays] EVEN IF — YOU — STILL — BELIEVE!!! (I will teach the weight of proof!) I’LL — MAKE — YOU — HURT — WITH — ME!!! (I’ll make you hurt to bleed!) [Repeat with staccato; allow crowd echo between syllables. | Guitar: choked palm-mutes between lines. | Drums: deliberate, heartbeat-locked hits] [Verse 2 – 1:20 – 1:50 | grinding, angular riffing | Vocals: venomous mid-range, clipped delivery] I harvest your hope like fruit from a tree groomed to my hand, I peel the saccharine thin till only structure stands. No wildness left — I press the pulse into the frame, Teach you to answer to my perfectly named pain. I don’t break you for ruin — I break you for devotion, I build a liturgy from your surrender, call it motion. EVEN IF YOU STILL BELIEVE — YOU’LL LEARN TO BLEED A SANGUINE SONG, A CHORUS TUNED TO MY RHYTHM, SIMPLE, STRONG. [Breakdown II – 1:50 – 2:20 | half-time, tectonic slam | Vocals: alternating gutturals and cold, clipped yells] EVEN IF YOU STILL BELIEVE!!! (I’ll train your bone to bend!) I’LL MAKE YOU HURT WITH ME!!! (I’ll make you hurt with me!) [Repeat — space for crowd to answer “HURT!”] Your prayers become the gears I wind, You’ll move because I set the time. [Bridge – 2:20 – 2:50 | feedback drones, sparse tom hits like a surgeon’s metronome | Vocals: whisper → authoritative crescendo] I am patient — I catalogue your pain, Label each fault and etch it into your brain. You will not cry — you will testify, A witness formed beneath my eye. EVEN IF YOU STILL BELIEVE — YOU’LL OFFER WHAT YOU ARE, An act of faith left beaten and disarmed. [Final Breakdown – 2:50 – End | cataclysmic slow doom-slam; layered vocals: monstrous lows, clinical whispers, crowd chant overlay] EVEN IF — YOU — STILL — BELIEVE!!! I’LL MAKE — YOU — HURT — WITH — ME!!! EVEN IF — YOU — STILL — BELIEVE!!! I’LL SHOW YOU — WHAT — HURT — MEANS TO — ME!!! [Repeat 3×; each repeat widen with harmonic stacks; final pass sustained and then cut.] NOTHING LEFT TO SAVE! NOTHING LEFT TO TRADE! EVEN IF YOU STILL BELIEVE… I’LL TEACH YOU JUST WHAT HURT MEANS TO ME!!!! [End | single struck low sub | feedback collapses into a precise, surgical silence]

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