Sepia-Toned Savior

Infognito

Brown Note

Infognito

symphonic deathcore, coprogrind, grindcore

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[Symphonic Intro - Harp, Violins, Angelic clean choir humming] (The music is suspiciously beautiful and serene)

[Verse 1] (Deep, disgusted guttural vocals over slower, heavy guitars, letting the symphony shine through) 
I emerge from the cavern of truth 
Into the blinding light of their artificial youth 
The boulevard shines with polished stone 
A sickening purity I've never known 
Look at them... in immaculate white silk 
Drinking their coffee and sipping their milk 
Not a smudge on their boots, not a stain on their soul 
So blissfully unaware of the theater's hole.

[Pre-Chorus] (Music swells, tension builds, choir turns dissonant) Their perfume stings my nostrils, adapted to the rot This perfection is a sickness that needs to be caught!

[Chorus] (Sudden shift to fast Coprogrind, Blast beats, chaotic screaming) 
IT’S TOO BRIGHT! IT’S TOO CLEAN! 
THE MOST DISGUSTING SIGHT I'VE EVER SEEN! 
I AM THE SEPIA-TONED SAVIOR! 
HERE TO CORRECT YOUR BEHAVIOR! 
A BLANK CANVAS BEGGING FOR INFECTION! 
MY BUCKET HOLDS THE ONLY CORRECTION!

[Verse 2] (Returning to heavy groove with symphonic elements)
The carriage wheels sparkle, the horses are groomed 
They don't know yet that they are all doomed 
Such innocent faces, unblemished and smug 
I want to rub their noses in the theater rug 
Your gilded existence is brittle and fake 
I bring the reality that makes the earth quake.

[Bridge] (Orchestral hit, silence for a second, then a deep inhale sound) (Whispered growl) 
The brush is heavy... 
The urge is divine... 
Time to make this pristine city... 
MINE.

[Sludge Breakdown] (Extremely slow tempo. The heaviest part of the album so far. Massive, churning guitars. Pig Squeals) 
PAINT. IT. ALL. BROWN. 
(Symphonic horns blaring decadently over the sludge) 
NO MORE WHITE. NO MORE GOLD. ONLY THE TRUTH THAT I HOLD. SPLASH!

[Guitar Solo - Ugly, noisy, whammy-bar abuse simulating chaos]

[Outro] (Symphonic melody returns but sounds warped and sick. Grinding drums underneath) 
It’s better now... isn't it? Much better... 
A symphony of color... 
(Wet coughing laugh) 
[End Fade out with a single low brass note]

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[Symphonic Intro - Harp, Violins, Angelic clean choir humming] (The music is suspiciously beautiful and serene) [Verse 1] (Deep, disgusted guttural vocals over slower, heavy guitars, letting the symphony shine through) I emerge from the cavern of truth Into the blinding light of their artificial youth The boulevard shines with polished stone A sickening purity I've never known Look at them... in immaculate white silk Drinking their coffee and sipping their milk Not a smudge on their boots, not a stain on their soul So blissfully unaware of the theater's hole. [Pre-Chorus] (Music swells, tension builds, choir turns dissonant) Their perfume stings my nostrils, adapted to the rot This perfection is a sickness that needs to be caught! [Chorus] (Sudden shift to fast Coprogrind, Blast beats, chaotic screaming) IT’S TOO BRIGHT! IT’S TOO CLEAN! THE MOST DISGUSTING SIGHT I'VE EVER SEEN! I AM THE SEPIA-TONED SAVIOR! HERE TO CORRECT YOUR BEHAVIOR! A BLANK CANVAS BEGGING FOR INFECTION! MY BUCKET HOLDS THE ONLY CORRECTION! [Verse 2] (Returning to heavy groove with symphonic elements) The carriage wheels sparkle, the horses are groomed They don't know yet that they are all doomed Such innocent faces, unblemished and smug I want to rub their noses in the theater rug Your gilded existence is brittle and fake I bring the reality that makes the earth quake. [Bridge] (Orchestral hit, silence for a second, then a deep inhale sound) (Whispered growl) The brush is heavy... The urge is divine... Time to make this pristine city... MINE. [Sludge Breakdown] (Extremely slow tempo. The heaviest part of the album so far. Massive, churning guitars. Pig Squeals) PAINT. IT. ALL. BROWN. (Symphonic horns blaring decadently over the sludge) NO MORE WHITE. NO MORE GOLD. ONLY THE TRUTH THAT I HOLD. SPLASH! [Guitar Solo - Ugly, noisy, whammy-bar abuse simulating chaos] [Outro] (Symphonic melody returns but sounds warped and sick. Grinding drums underneath) It’s better now... isn't it? Much better... A symphony of color... (Wet coughing laugh) [End Fade out with a single low brass note]

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