[Style: Dark Nu Metal, Cyberpunk, Futurebass, raw energy, female vocals, industrial percussion, glitch percussion, heavy distorted 7-string guitars, quiet brooding verses, explosive chorus, Linkin Park quiet-loud dynamic, Rammstein-style synth pads, detuned supersaw synths, **live recording, stadium reverb, crowd noise, audience chants**, NO SLOP] [Song Structure] [Intro] [Low, atmospheric static. A dull, slow heartbeat kick. A dissonant synth melody. Quiet, whispered breathing. **Faint sound of a restless crowd.**] (Whispering) It burns... [Verse 1] [Voice is quiet, almost spoken, full of tension] Foreign country, foreign light Stomach's turning in the night Every bite just tastes like ash Waiting for the system crash Bloated feeling, appetite is gone Can't remember feeling strong Sour taste, a layer of cold sweat Paying for a debt I can't forget. [Pre-Chorus] [Music gets louder, the beat hits harder. The voice becomes more urgent.] It feels just like the Splinter Colder than the winter [Crowd begins to chant, muffled: IT BURNS! IT BURNS!] What started in my head Is painting my insides red It’s eating through... It’s eating through... [Chorus] [Full explosion. Wall of distorted guitars, synths, and crowd roaring. Powerful female vocals.] IT BURNS! An ulcer made of doubt It’s eating, ripping out Heartburn and madness This overwhelming sadness! IT BURNS! The acid rising higher My body is on fire No hunger, empty, sore I just can't take this anymore! (Shouted to crowd) Do you feel this?! [Verse 2] [Quieter, but the beat remains driving. Crowd cheers quiet down.] The suitcase packed, the flight is booked On every little lie I'm hooked The journey home is turning grim The chance of sleep is slim I just want silence, I just want space Get out of this cursed place (Quieter) ...or just gastritis? It doesn't matter what it is. [Pre-Chorus] [Music builds up again. Crowd chant "IT BURNS!" gets louder.] It feels just like the Splinter Colder than the winter What started in my head Is painting my insides red It’s eating through... It’s eating through... [Chorus] [Full explosion. Crowd noise at maximum.] IT BURNS! An ulcer made of doubt It’s eating, ripping out Heartburn and madness This overwhelming sadness! IT BURNS! The acid rising higher My body is on fire No hunger, empty, sore I just can't take this anymore! [Bridge] [Music almost collapses. Just a dark synth pad and the voice, nearly breaking. Crowd is hushed.] (Whispering) Check on me. Ask me if I'm still alive. If I'll survive. (Normal) If I'm still clinging to the edge Or falling from the ledge Or if the splinter's sharp design Will finally break my spine... The one that's buried in my gut... A wound that just won't shut... [Guitars and synths slam back in, building. A crescendo.] (Shouted) HANDS UP! (Scream) A WOUND THAT JUST WON'T SHUT! [Guitar Solo] [A chaotic, atonal guitar solo blended with a glitchy synth lead. Crowd cheers for the solo.] (Shouted to crowd) One last time! [Chorus] [Final chorus, maximum energy from band and crowd.] IT BURNS! An ulcer made of doubt It’s eating, ripping out Heartburn and madness This overwhelming sadness! IT BURNS! The acid rising higher My body is on fire No hunger, empty, sore I just can't take this anymore! [Outro] [Music stops abruptly. Crowd roars. Just the sound of static, digital glitches, and a gurgling/bubbling acid sound, fading out slowly.] (Whisper) Thanks... (Whisper) Day after tomorrow... Just holding on
