Admission: The Sterile Hallways

[Instrumental intro: 60bpm, slow crushing double-kick, dissonant industrial clangor, low-tuned chugging with cold reverb] [Intro: Deep, cavernous guttural exhale, the sound of a heavy steel door slamming shut, mid-range raspy snarl] Welcome to the white... Welcome to the nothing... [Verse 1: Slow, rhythmic palm-muted chugs, "clanking" metallic samples, articulate deep growls] The air is sharp with the scent of bleach A sanctuary just out of reach Fluorescent hum vibrates the bone A kingdom made of white and stone The magnetic lock, a final sound Six feet of silence above the ground [Chorus: Soaring harmonized melodic guitar hook, driving slow-tempo d-beat, layered vocal snarls and deep growls] The sterile halls, the endless white The final cure for the inner light No more noise, no more heat The institutional pulse, a steady beat Surrender the will, embrace the cold The story of the mind has been told [Verse 2: Dissonant tremolo picking over a heavy groove, thick bass attack, aggressive guttural delivery] Ozone stings the back of the throat The doctors wear a holy coat Shadows stretched on linoleum floors The keys are turning in the heavy doors Sensorized eyes in the corner view Draining the old to hollow the new [Chorus: Soaring harmonized melodic guitar hook, driving slow-tempo d-beat, layered vocal snarls and deep growls] The sterile halls, the endless white The final cure for the inner light No more noise, no more heat The institutional pulse, a steady beat Surrender the will, embrace the cold The story of the mind has been told [Verse 3: Rapid-fire double-kick under slow guitar chords, mounting tension, high-pitched aggressive screams] A corridor that never ends Where the broken spirit finally bends The walls are closing, the light is gray The self is slowly washed away Chemical peace in a plastic cup The nightmare is down, the sun is up [Chorus: Soaring harmonized melodic guitar hook, driving slow-tempo d-beat, layered vocal snarls and deep growls] The sterile halls, the endless white The final cure for the inner light No more noise, no more heat The institutional pulse, a steady beat Surrender the will, embrace the cold The story of the mind has been told [Instrumental solo: Slow, mournful neoclassical shredding, harmonized twin-guitar trade-offs, high-gain sustain, "cold" clinical tone] [Verse 4: Ultra-slow breakdown, heavy industrial clangs, lowest guttural vocals] Face the wall... Heed the call... Wait for the blade... To end it all... [Pre‑Bridge: Accelerating drum rolls, dissonant guitar screeching, mounting anxiety] The door is locked... The clock has stopped... [Bridge: Sudden burst of speed, technical death metal riffing, overlapping shrieks and deep growls] NO EXIT! NO VOICE! NO MEMORY! NO CHOICE! CLEANSE THE FILTH! PURGE THE STAIN! WASH THE SICKNESS FROM THE BRAIN! [Coda: Return to the main melodic theme, dragging tempo, fading growl] The hallways are quiet... The patient is... still... [Outro: Final heavy power chord, echoing industrial drone, the sound of a surgical tray sliding across metal, abrupt silence]