INFINITE CAGE

industrial metal, thrash metal, psychedelic

[INSTRUMENTAL BREAK – slow toxic descent] 
[WHISPER / GROWL – intimate, defeated, close-mic over glitch-static pulse] They believe it’s solid.
It’s fabric.
Fabric is agreement.
Agreement…
refuses to die when torn.
[VERSE 3] I wander the graveyard forest in my skull. Order calcified to obsidian ruin. Chaos vomits—black roses, thorns inward.
Garden suffocates under its own weight. No conquest—only rot consuming rot. No ruin—only howl tuning to silence.
Maze gnaws itself smaller. Cages split—into wider, hungrier mouths that swallow the split.
[VERSE 4] Time bleeds out through ragged holes. Tomorrow poisons the already dead now. Screams hurled return mangled, echoes feeding on their own decay.
Shadows pack my lungs, ram lies and half-truths down a closing throat. Mirrors whirl, soul grinding into sharp shards . Wounds crust into iron vaults— pressing, forever pressing.
[CHORUS – louder, more fractured voices, thrash acceleration into collapse] INFINITE CAGE! The world consumes! Consume the overflow—choke the freak! Balance the wound—curse the fracture! I devour the world— the world devours me! Again—again—AGAIN!
Heartbeat warped crooked, balance wearing my rictus grin— eternal!
[INSTRUMENTAL BREAK – prolonged warped suffocation → brutal drop Drums fracture—tribal to blast to stutter to nothing—then slam back into the merciless 120 BPM hammer. Fuzz avalanches, acid tendrils strangle, feedback choirs wail without end— no climax, only deeper burial. ]
[BRIDGE – slow, crushing stomp → full hopeless thrash frenzy] No strings. No hand. Just gravity leaning cruel, air gone wrong.
No mastery… only witness. No flight… only drag.
Gardener. Warden.
Machine fractures— keeps breathing black smoke, choking on its own lungs forever.
[VERSE 5] Call it art, call it madness— I call it ear nailed to the abyss till the void yawns wider and laughs in dead tongues.
I slash the cloth— it screams, regrows thicker. Patterns writhe, eat their tails.
River sprouts fangs. Cage sprouts rust wings— shredded, pinned, never leaving the ground.
[FINAL CHORUS – maximum ritual desolation, screams layered into wall of sound, no resolution] INFINITE CAGE! Endless, eyeless stare! No gate—no fault—no end! Only the spiral gnawing my name! I devour the world— the world devours me! Again—again—AGAIN!
Till balance is the choke, till the choke is the skin— SEALED SHUT!
[OUTRO – slow decay to whispers, then suffocating silence under faint, repeating pulse] Snip… Rip… Inhale ash… Bloom nothing…
Skull of knotted roots, mouth vomiting void.
Reality’s cloth hangs in tatters— but never loose enough. The dark crawls in… finds no room… and stays crushing.

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[INTRO – suffocating low rumble, distant feedback like trapped screams, whisper-growls decaying into static] Fabric… Agreement… Torn… Still holds. [VERSE 1] Poetry drowns in frozen circuits. Bare feet bleed on razor wire—I claw at their “real.” Seams split. Nothing spills worth seeing. World wrapped in stolen skin, stretched to breaking, the  paper flesh nailed over rotting meat. Threads pulse weakly, fraying slow— a dying drum under endless nothing. [VERSE 2] The Cage never collapses— it inhales forever. Soft laws coil tighter, dreams starved hollow, force-fed ash. itRocks you gentle into venom’s coma,  it unlocks you only to watch rot spread. No path out of this bone and circuitry labyrinth. I dissolve into the bars— become the wall,, the fang,  the hunger that starves itself. [CHORUS – gang-screamed ritual, layered howls, no triumph] INFINITE CAGE! Reality glares—blind and empty! Rise—the dirt pulls harder down! Sink—the roots choke deeper! I devour the world— the world devours me! Again—again—AGAIN! Pulse in absolute black, balance leering through a cracked mask— seams mock the tear! [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK – slow toxic descent]  [WHISPER / GROWL – intimate, defeated, close-mic over glitch-static pulse] They believe it’s solid. It’s fabric. Fabric is agreement. Agreement… refuses to die when torn. [VERSE 3] I wander the graveyard forest in my skull. Order calcified to obsidian ruin. Chaos vomits—black roses, thorns inward. Garden suffocates under its own weight. No conquest—only rot consuming rot. No ruin—only howl tuning to silence. Maze gnaws itself smaller. Cages split—into wider, hungrier mouths that swallow the split. [VERSE 4] Time bleeds out through ragged holes. Tomorrow poisons the already dead now. Screams hurled return mangled, echoes feeding on their own decay. Shadows pack my lungs, ram lies and half-truths down a closing throat. Mirrors whirl, soul grinding into sharp shards . Wounds crust into iron vaults— pressing, forever pressing. [CHORUS – louder, more fractured voices, thrash acceleration into collapse] INFINITE CAGE! The world consumes! Consume the overflow—choke the freak! Balance the wound—curse the fracture! I devour the world— the world devours me! Again—again—AGAIN! Heartbeat warped crooked, balance wearing my rictus grin— eternal! [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK – prolonged warped suffocation → brutal drop Drums fracture—tribal to blast to stutter to nothing—then slam back into the merciless 120 BPM hammer. Fuzz avalanches, acid tendrils strangle, feedback choirs wail without end— no climax, only deeper burial. ] [BRIDGE – slow, crushing stomp → full hopeless thrash frenzy] No strings. No hand. Just gravity leaning cruel, air gone wrong. No mastery… only witness. No flight… only drag. Gardener. Warden. Machine fractures— keeps breathing black smoke, choking on its own lungs forever. [VERSE 5] Call it art, call it madness— I call it ear nailed to the abyss till the void yawns wider and laughs in dead tongues. I slash the cloth— it screams, regrows thicker. Patterns writhe, eat their tails. River sprouts fangs. Cage sprouts rust wings— shredded, pinned, never leaving the ground. [FINAL CHORUS – maximum ritual desolation, screams layered into wall of sound, no resolution] INFINITE CAGE! Endless, eyeless stare! No gate—no fault—no end! Only the spiral gnawing my name! I devour the world— the world devours me! Again—again—AGAIN! Till balance is the choke, till the choke is the skin— SEALED SHUT! [OUTRO – slow decay to whispers, then suffocating silence under faint, repeating pulse] Snip… Rip… Inhale ash… Bloom nothing… Skull of knotted roots, mouth vomiting void. Reality’s cloth hangs in tatters— but never loose enough. The dark crawls in… finds no room… and stays crushing.

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