[Intro: Dark tape hiss, distant acid pulse, unstable analog drone. No drums.] [Verse 1: Spoken word, heavily filtered, half-buried in delay] Someone sleeps deep within the breath The loop of suffering repeats, here and now The madmen of the three realms do not know they are mad Born and born and born again —blind to the beginning of birth [Build 1: Fragmented breakbeat gradually enters. Muted acid bass pulses beneath the voice.] [Verse 2: Hypnotic spoken vocals, distorted breakbeat, unstable tape texture] The same anger, seeping hot The same jealousy, burning the throat The same arrogance, losing the sky The same lust, dissolving into night The same dependence, again and again Die and die and die again —blind at the end of death And still sleeping on [Drop 1: Heavy broken drums and resonant acid bass. Restrained, repetitive, no euphoric release.] [Chorus: Repetitive ritual chant, layered delayed voices] Not yet reborn The same self, again today Not yet reborn The same self, again today [Verse 3: Darker breakbeat, increasing tape saturation, unstable rhythm] The same gluttony, never satisfied The same grief, tearing open the chest The same sloth, sinking deeper The same vanity, adorning the skin The same loop — no escape [Build 2: Rising acid resonance, unstable snare rolls, pitch-drifting tape loops] [Breakdown: Kick and snare gated almost to silence. Only acid line and tape hiss remain. Filter resonance hovers on the edge of feedback.] [Spoken word: Chopped vocals, heavily pitch-shifted and stretched] Pitiful, pitiful, child of long sleep Suffering, grievous, the painfully drunk [Drop 2: Broken acid groove returns, distorted and increasingly unstable] Even after being reborn The same self, again today [Bridge 1: Sparse spoken voice, submerged in delay] You and I, wandering in the same delusion [Build 3: Breakbeat returns in fractured form. Snares hit early, hi-hats drag late, sub-bass stutters as if the tape struggles to hold the signal.] [Drop 3: Total corrosion. Acid line screams in self-oscillating feedback. Breakbeat scatters into irregular fragments. Kick drifts audibly behind the beat. Exaggerated wow and flutter consume the mix.] The painfully drunk laugh at the sober The painfully asleep mock the awakened The painfully drunk laugh at the sober The painfully asleep mock the awakened [Break: Sudden rhythmic collapse. Nearly silent, filtered spoken voice.] If you refuse to look at the cause of your suffering, You cannot truly awaken [Climax: Corroded industrial noise, collapsing acid feedback, disintegrating drums] Sink yourself into the swamp of hell In the flames of hell, hold your suffering close Burn the self to white ash [Bridge 2: Everything thins to one decaying loop. One bar of acid and one broken drum hit repeat with increasing tape wobble. Reverb tails grow longer with each cycle.] [Whisper: Almost inaudible beneath the hiss] At the bottom of the ash, breath still continues Someone awakens in the white flame [Outro: Acid line trapped in dying feedback loop. Breakbeat reduced to scattered single hits without fixed tempo. Tape hiss rises and swallows everything. One final vinyl crackle, then silence.] [End]
