Perfect Wound (The 121st Day of Sodom)

industrial metal, electronic rock, alternative metal

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[Intro]
[A distorted, looping machine rhythm starts. Abrasive synth note holds. A filtered, mechanical voice repeats:]
System... failure... system... failure...
[Verse 1]
Fled to your villa by the lake, pathetic monument
To all the flesh you tore apart for your sick sentiment
You sip your brandy, play your songs, you think you washed it clean
But every shadow in this room has seen what I have seen
[Pre-Chorus]
You look at me and you see nothing, a problem to erase
A blank and unremembered, forgotten little face
You are about to learn that nothing is a canvas for it all
And I have painted your damnation right across this wall!
[Chorus]
[Explodes into a wall of sound]
I AM THE PERFECT WOUND YOU MADE!
THE UGLY TRUTH, THE DEBT UNPAID!
I AM THE MIRROR, CRACKED AND VEINED!
THE CONSEQUENCE! THE PAIN ORDAINED!
[Verse 2]
You don't remember my name, I was an object, just a thing
Another broken marionette without a voice to sing
But I collected all the screams, I saved them in my head
And now I'm here to play them for you, right before you're dead
[Pre-Chorus]
You preached a world without a god, a world without a rule
Where power is the only truth, the master and the tool
Well look at me, I am your truth, I am your final law
And I'm about to show you every single one of your flaws!
[Chorus]
[Even more raw and desperate]
I AM THE PERFECT WOUND YOU MADE!
THE UGLY TRUTH, THE DEBT UNPAID!
I AM THE MIRROR, CRACKED AND VEINED!
THE CONSEQUENCE! THE PAIN ORDAINED!
[Instrumental Solo]
[Blistering, chaotic synth and guitar solo over a relentless industrial beat. Full of digital artifacts, feedback, and aggression for a solid 45 seconds.]
[Bridge]
I'll read you stories, just like you did, I'll bind you to the chair
You'll feel the art of suffering, the texture of despair
I want to see the master break, I want to watch the rot
The final, beautiful decay of everything you're not
You are nothing! Less than nothing!
[Outro Chorus]
[Music is at maximum intensity, vocals are a shredded roar]
I AM THE PERFECT WOUND YOU MADE!
THE UGLY TRUTH, THE DEBT UNPAID!
I AM THE MIRROR, CRACKED AND VEINED!
THE CONSEQUENCE! THE PAIN ORDAINED!
[Music cuts out abruptly, leaving a high-pitched synth feedback ring]
[A single, distorted whisper:] Nothing.
[Feedback cuts to silence]

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[Intro] [A distorted, looping machine rhythm starts. Abrasive synth note holds. A filtered, mechanical voice repeats:] System... failure... system... failure... [Verse 1] Fled to your villa by the lake, pathetic monument To all the flesh you tore apart for your sick sentiment You sip your brandy, play your songs, you think you washed it clean But every shadow in this room has seen what I have seen [Pre-Chorus] You look at me and you see nothing, a problem to erase A blank and unremembered, forgotten little face You are about to learn that nothing is a canvas for it all And I have painted your damnation right across this wall! [Chorus] [Explodes into a wall of sound] I AM THE PERFECT WOUND YOU MADE! THE UGLY TRUTH, THE DEBT UNPAID! I AM THE MIRROR, CRACKED AND VEINED! THE CONSEQUENCE! THE PAIN ORDAINED! [Verse 2] You don't remember my name, I was an object, just a thing Another broken marionette without a voice to sing But I collected all the screams, I saved them in my head And now I'm here to play them for you, right before you're dead [Pre-Chorus] You preached a world without a god, a world without a rule Where power is the only truth, the master and the tool Well look at me, I am your truth, I am your final law And I'm about to show you every single one of your flaws! [Chorus] [Even more raw and desperate] I AM THE PERFECT WOUND YOU MADE! THE UGLY TRUTH, THE DEBT UNPAID! I AM THE MIRROR, CRACKED AND VEINED! THE CONSEQUENCE! THE PAIN ORDAINED! [Instrumental Solo] [Blistering, chaotic synth and guitar solo over a relentless industrial beat. Full of digital artifacts, feedback, and aggression for a solid 45 seconds.] [Bridge] I'll read you stories, just like you did, I'll bind you to the chair You'll feel the art of suffering, the texture of despair I want to see the master break, I want to watch the rot The final, beautiful decay of everything you're not You are nothing! Less than nothing! [Outro Chorus] [Music is at maximum intensity, vocals are a shredded roar] I AM THE PERFECT WOUND YOU MADE! THE UGLY TRUTH, THE DEBT UNPAID! I AM THE MIRROR, CRACKED AND VEINED! THE CONSEQUENCE! THE PAIN ORDAINED! [Music cuts out abruptly, leaving a high-pitched synth feedback ring] [A single, distorted whisper:] Nothing. [Feedback cuts to silence]

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