[INTRO – Clean electric guitar, single-note tremolo like distant artillery, 8 bars] (Instrumental – let the silence scream) [VERSE 1 – Whispered, almost spoken over palm-muted riff, bass drum heartbeat] Challenges of the violent kind, overcame, but at what price? I told myself I’d bring them all back. Sear them with the fires of Hell, smoldering shells of their former selves. [PRE-CHORUS – Drums sneak in, cymbals choke, vocal strain rises] I once believed that only strength mattered. Roguery shaped my adult life. Dismissed the world’s simple strife, weakness, kindness, wincing eyes. [CHORUS – FULL DISTORTION BLAST, gang shouts on italic lines, voice cracks on “kill”] I never cared for your soul! Are you meek? Weak? Unwilling to kill? Bury your humanity, or be buried! Can’t you see? THESE ARE THE KILLING FIELDS! [VERSE 2 – Drop to clean guitar + floor-tom throb, intimate again] I cast aside all sympathy, bladed words, coldly thrown. Turned from struggles not my own. Own your pain, show only strength. [BUILD – Feedback swells, kick doubles, vocal layered with reverb echo] (Ad-lib growl) Too late… too late… [CHORUS REPRISE – Louder, octave higher, snare like gunfire] I never cared for your soul! Are you meek? Weak? Unwilling to kill? Bury your humanity, or be buried! Can’t you see? THESE ARE THE KILLING FIELDS! [BRIDGE – Sudden silence → single distorted chord sustains, voice raw, near tears] I understand now; all too late. The grace I never gave another, the pain I carved into my brothers. Now we suffer… the silent battles within. [FINAL CHORUS – DAM BREAK: every instrument slams in, cymbals crash, bass slides, gang vocals] I NEVER CARED FOR YOUR SOUL! Meek? Weak? UNWILLING TO KILL? Bury your humanity—OR BE BURIED! Can’t you see?! THESE ARE THE KILLING FIELDS! (Voice cracks, holds “fields” 6 beats, feedback chaos) [OUTRO – Abrupt cut to clean guitar echoing the intro riff, then tape-stop into silence] I brought them back… but not their humanity. (Whisper, fading) …not their humanity.
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