[track: genre: Southern Gothic + Industrial Noise, style: dark swamp gospel, mood: tense feverish, tempo: slow heavy stomp, vocals: ZEKE manic preacher gravelly, instruments: distorted resonator guitar bit-crushed drums sub-bass] [intro | instrument: resonator guitar, effects: feedback, sound: cicada drone] [verse 1 | rhythm: steady stomp, vocals: mutter, delivery: close-mic] The canvas snaps in the heavy heat I drag the crate across the floor No place left for a retreat I lock the latch and bar the door The wick is burning in the oil I wait to hear the monster coil [pre-chorus | dynamics: build, percussion: rattling tambourine, vocals: urgent] You sit there in your Sunday best Waiting for the show to start Put the liar to the test And hide your handle-with-care heart [chorus | dynamics: explosive, texture: thick distortion, vocals: shouting] Don't look away from the open lid The fang is the only thing that's real It finds the rot that you kept hid When the snake-oil-smile begins to peel [verse 2 | rhythm: syncopated, vocals: sneering, instruments: slide guitar] The Deacon sweating in the front He knows the box is full of teeth He's terrified of the hunt And what is hiding underneath He preaches loud to drown the din Of all his pretty painted sin [pre-chorus | dynamics: build, percussion: rattling tambourine, vocals: urgent] You sit there in your Sunday best Waiting for the show to start Put the liar to the test And hide your handle-with-care heart [chorus | dynamics: explosive, texture: thick distortion, vocals: shouting] Don't look away from the open lid The fang is the only thing that's real It finds the rot that you kept hid When the snake-oil-smile begins to peel [bridge | dynamics: sudden drop, texture: minimal, vocals: whispered] The numbness is a heavy coat I feel the swelling in my throat The only way to stay afloat [verse 3 | rhythm: heavy slow, vocals: slurred, mood: numbing] Now the young ones gather round To see the fever take its hold They listen to the rattling sound A story that was never told I leave this tent for better lands With nothing but my empty hands [outro | effects: heavy reverb, fade: slow, sound: rattle decay] (Just empty hands) (The fever breaks) (The fever breaks)
