[Intro] [Muted, ambient clean guitar arpeggio in Drop A, subtle digital glitches] [Sub-bass 808 drone hums beneath] [Intimate, low smoky contralto; dry vocal fry right against the capsule] I held the glass with both my hands. I thought you were thirsty. I poured until the table drowned… And now you’re backing away. [Verse 1] [Bass-heavy groove kicks in, mid-tempo, muted chugs and tight rim-clicks] [Clean, deep chest-voice contralto, steady, conversational and aching] Every open door, I took as an invitation, Read between the lines and found a phantom conversation. I brought my fire to keep you warm in the cold, Now the smoke is in your lungs, and I’m just watching it unfold. [Subtle gravelly fry rasp] You said I crossed an invisible line— God, I never meant to steal your peace of mind. [Pre-Chorus] [Drums build with rapid double-kick rolls, guitars swell with high dissonance] [Contralto rises into a powerful, strained chest belt] I only wanted to be human! I only wanted you near! [Sudden tacet / all instruments cut for one beat] [Brutal Contralto Fry Scream: throat-shredding, mid-low, tearing through the mix] NOW MY PRESENCE IS THE ONLY THING YOU FEAR! [Chorus] [Full metalcore explosion: wall of down-tuned guitars, blast beats, massive driving groove] [Layered vocal: full-bodied contralto chest belt over a visceral low fry rasp] Too much heart! Too much noise! Crushing every bridge I built with my own voice! I offered you safe harbor, but I made an ocean drown! Now the silence is deafening, dragging me down! [Guttural chest scream, raw and unhinged] WAS IT A CRIME TO CARE?! [Clean, soaring contralto belt, desolate and ringing] Now the air is empty, and nobody is there. [Verse 2] [Fast-paced aggressive riffing, syncopated double-bass pedal] [Brutal Contralto Fry Scream, biting and venomous] "TOO MUCH OF A FRIEND!" WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! REWINDING EVERY WORD, TEARING THROUGH THE SCREEN! [Vocal abruptly drops to dry, intimate chest-voice close to the mic] I measured my loyalty, gave you my best, Turned into an anchor wrapped around your chest. [Tearing, rhythmic fry scream] DID I WEIGH YOU DOWN?! DID I MAKE YOU SUFFOCATE?! [Low, smoky contralto, gravelly vocal fry] Good intentions rotting into self-inflicted hate. [Pre-Chorus] [Double-bass rolls intensify, tremolo guitars build unbearable tension] [Raw chest belt pushed to the point of breaking] I only wanted to be human! I only wanted to stay! [Piercing, sustained contralto fry scream full of anguish] NOW I’M FORCED TO WATCH YOU PULL AWAY! [Chorus] [Massive wall of sound: sweeping cinematic low-end, roaring drop-tuned guitars] [Full-throttle contralto chest belt doubled with low sub-harmonic fry screams underneath] Too much heart! Too much noise! Crushing every bridge I built with my own voice! I offered you safe harbor, but I made an ocean drown! Now the silence is deafening, dragging me down! [Low guttural scream] WAS IT A CRIME TO CARE?! [Desolate, powerful clean belt] Now the air is empty, and nobody is there. [Bridge / Breakdown Setup] [Rhythm cuts out completely: sudden drop to a hollow ambient drone] [Aching, fragile contralto delivery; low-floor chest voice, breath audible on the capsule] I didn’t see the walls you put up to survive. I was just trying to prove that we were both alive. [Down-tuned 8-string guitars chug in slowly: heavy, syncopated half-time build] [Low, rhythmic spoken growl] I pushed. I pressed. I shattered the frame. [Guttural chest roar escalating into a tearing high fry scream] AND I BEAR THE WHOLE DAMN BLAME! [Slam Breakdown] [HEAVY SLAM BREAKDOWN: crushing djent chugs, explosive sub-drops, machine-gun kicks] [Layered vocal assault: deep subterranean chest growls locked with mid-register fry screams] CHOKE ON THE CARING! CHOKE ON THE REACH! A LESSON IN SOLITUDE ONLY REJECTION CAN TEACH! [Guitars syncopate with stuttered stops] STEP BACK! SHUT DOWN! TEAR IT APART! [Chorus] [Maximum emotional climax: all instruments colliding, relentless double-kick drive] [Dual-tracked: Maximum-effort contralto belt paired with a continuous, desperate fry scream] Too much heart! Too much noise! Crushing every bridge I built with my own voice! I offered you safe harbor, but I made an ocean drown! Now the silence is deafening, dragging me down! [Unfiltered, cracked scream] WAS IT A CRIME TO CARE?! [Outro] [Sudden stop to a solitary, hollow clean guitar echoing in a barren space] [Exhausted, trembling contralto whisper, dry vocal fry right against the mic] I was just trying to be a friend. ...I won't overwhelm you again. [Amplifier feedback hums low, then abruptly cuts to dead silence] [End]
