RITUAL OF THE HEARTLESS

[spoken, cold] You built a kingdom out of bones, called it “mercy,” called it “home.” But every piece of it is a throat you stepped on to climb. [clean, low, tense] A temple carved from concrete laws, steel veins piercing nameless crowds. I was the chair beneath your throne, breathing dust, swallowing stones. You etched commandments into my skin, hung your failures inside my ribs, and demanded gratitude for the weight crushing me. [screamed] You call that order? — It’s rot! [Chorus – harsh + clean layered] [harsh] HEARTLESS! HEARTLESS! You stitch your false halo from nerves you’ve stolen. [clean, soaring] I’m no scaffold for your salvation. [harsh] HEARTLESS! HEARTLESS! You drink my “confession” from my opened wrists. [clean] But I’ll break every rusted stair and end your ritual of the heartless. [Verse 2 – shifting harsh/clean] [growled] A numbered spine, a soul with a barcode, lost in the rows of your expenses. [clean] I learned how to kneel, and you called my silence “freedom.” [growled] A bureaucrat’s guillotine, ink burning like kerosene. [clean, bitter] You carved your name across my back and treated me like a gear you never noticed. [pre-chorus – spoken to scream] [spoken, close] Your god is built from stitched-together tongues — voices you erased. [growled] But I found teeth inside the prayers you forced down my throat. [Chorus – harsher] [harsh] HEARTLESS! HEARTLESS! You grind your teeth on my compliance. [clean, strained] You mistook endurance for alliance. [harsh] HEARTLESS! HEARTLESS! Your sky is supported by choking lungs. [clean] And I’ll carve cracks in that sky with every word you tried to silence. [Scat section] [growled] RA-KA TA, RA-KA TA, [screamed] SEI-RA KU, SEI-RA KA! [growled] DO-RA SHIN, DO-RA SHAN, [screamed] HI-RA KUTSU, HI-RA KATSU! [gang-chant] [chant] RA-KA TA, RA-KA TA, A heartless ritual etched in rusted stone! [chant] SEI-RA KU, SEI-RA KA, Tear down the iron throne they built! [Bridge – atmospheric] [spoken, distant] Listen… The pipes screaming in the walls, the hearts sealed away inside them, the prayers pinned to your profit sheets. [clean, haunting] Every word you smothered returns as machinery shrieking. Every “less than human” becomes another match against your gasoline. [breakdown – slow, crushing] [growled] I was furniture, bolted to the floor. You wiped your boots on my worth. [screamed] But every step you took now echoes back at you — a death march in reverse! [Breakdown chant] [growled] FLESH LIKE MORTAR! [chant] — BREAK THE WALLS! [growled] NERVES LIKE WIRES! [chant] — CUT THEM ALL! [growled] SPINES LIKE COLUMNS! [chant] — BRING THEM DOWN! [screamed] The tower of heartless gods will choke on its own voice! [Final Chorus – maximum drama] [harsh] HEARTLESS! HEARTLESS! Holy texts carved into bone, your false tower stands without believers. [clean, powerful] I’m not your quiet execution — I’m the flaw in your design. [harsh] HEARTLESS! HEARTLESS! A leaning tower built on stolen lives. [clean, soaring] When it collapses, I’ll walk away, leaving you buried beneath the ruins of your own RITUAL OF THE HEARTLESS. [Outro – whispered → screamed] [whispered] You made me “less than human”… [screamed] But now I’m something you can’t kill.