[Genre: Post-punk / Industrial Rock Mood: Manic, claustrophobic, aggressive Vocals: Half-spoken, urgent male vocal with Irish accent (optional) Instrumentation: Gritty distorted bass, pounding drums, dissonant guitar noise, industrial FX Tempo: Medium-fast, tense and pulsing Lyrical Themes: anxiety, chaos, religious distortion, urban decay] [Post-punk / noise-rock with an anxious, explosive vibe] [Final Master] [Verse 1 – Spoken/half-sung, building intensity] Heart don’t beat, it judders like a train, Wired on spit and novocaine. Crowd in my mouth, teeth like knives Got spirits in my gums and they're chanting lies. Eyes roll back like slot machine grin, I saw god in a strobe and he reeled me in. [Chorus – Explodes like a breakdown] Gimme glass jaw gospel Preach it ‘til I break. Static in my temples, A hymn for the half-awake. I’m a twitch, I’m a glitch, In the sermon of the street Say your prayers in feedback, And baptize me in heat. [Verse 2 – Fragmented, frantic phrasing] I bit down hard on the dial tone’s scream, Sick with hunger and amphetamine. Fingernails tap like code on bone, A song for the freaks who die alone. Heaven’s a hospital, walls all white But the angels here beg for a fight. [Chorus – Repeat with slight variation] Gimme glass jaw gospel Blessed be the frayed. I’m a sermon in static, A martyr gone sideways. Break the seal, pour the ache, Into veins that throb and sting I don’t want peace I want the sting. [Outro – Disintegrating noise, whispered/rasped] Clench the light… Swallow the sin… This body’s a prayer I can’t let win.
