{LAYER-1 VOCAL PHYSICS} [Vocal_Behavior: harmonic_saturation_200-500hz; high-mid_nasal_bite; dense_transparent_compression; non-linear_rasp_response; resonant_chest-cavity] [Lead_Vocal: primary_gritty_baritone, deep_chest_resonance, smoky_throat_texture, late-70s_rock_rasp] [Harmony: deep_low-octave_doubling, tight_parallel_3rds, smoky_timbre, gritty_decay] [Choir: loose_group-shout, shared_rasp, band_around_single_mic, unpolished_timing] {LAYER-2 RHYTHM SECTION PHYSICS} [Intro] [Verse 1] I poured this slab of Portland cement in the fall of ninety-three. Now the bank owns the timber frame, but they left the dark to me. Flies map out circles over a stagnant mug of black sludge. I chew my bottom lip to copper, waiting for the earth to budge. [Chorus] I'm wearing the rust collar down in the damp and the cold. Choking on the wet ash of a life that I undersold. The mud pulls me waist-deep, stripping the gears of my pride. I'm a busted-down skidder with nowhere left to hide. [Verse 2] Fluorescent tubes flicker out like a dying spark plug's spark. Fingernails scraping iron pipes out here in the pitch-black dark. I blew the union pension on a stubborn, blinding rage. Now the concrete foundation is just a rebar-reinforced cage. {LAYER-3 GUITAR PHYSICS} {LAYER-4 ATMOSPHERE PHYSICS} [Breakdown] [Verse 3] My lungs pull the stale air like a busted hydraulic pump. Ain't no redemption drowning in this isolated sump. The heavy soil presses violently against my hollowed chest. My animal survival instinct refuses to let me rest. [Chorus] I'm wearing the rust collar down in the damp and the cold. Choking on the wet ash of a life that I undersold. The mud pulls me waist-deep, stripping the gears of my pride. I'm a busted-down skidder with nowhere left to hide. {LAYER-6 SOLO CHOREOGRAPHY} [Outro]
