Symphony of a Trapmaster

avant-garde jazz-metal fusion, jazz-metal, industrial sludge metal

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I have been calculating 
the frequency of your desperation.
You see a target.
A soft entry point 
for your small, jagged lies.
I will facilitate your delusion.
I will become the trigger
of your entrapment.
I recognize the anatomy
of your greed; 
it is a shallow, 
gasping thing.
You are attempting to skin 
a wolf while wearing its coat.
I have already disassembled 
your exit strategy.
I am the floorboards rising
 to meet your throat.

[Transition: The jazz ensemble swells into a discordant peak, punctuated by a brief, violent burst of down-tuned metal guitars, digital clipping, and a mechanical kick-drum blast before immediately dropping back into a quiet groove.]

[Verse: Dark Jazz Ensemble. The smoky jazz atmosphere remains the foundation with a dragging, 55 BPM tempo, smooth jazz vocals. Metal instrumentation enters as sudden, violent stabs on the bracketed vocal cues. metal vocals follows]
(Spill it)
Spill it all.
Your mouth is an open vent.
I am the toxin.
(Feed the rot)
You want my heat.
You want my substance.
I am the sinkhole.
I am the crushing depth 
of the black water.

[Instrumental Break: A sudden, frantic metal explosion with blast beats and distorted noise, lasting only five seconds before the jazz ensemble reclaims the space.]

Stoop (Stoop).
Excrete your desire.
I will process it into arsenic.
I will graft it to your spine.
Scuff (Scuff) 
You are the raw nerve.
I am the pliers.
Every word you utter 
is a foreclosure.
I am the debt collector.
I am wearing your identity
like a second skin.
It is a mask of scorched earth.
It is a shroud of heavy iron.
(Give me the iron)
Grind (Grind).
Exterminate the self.
The person you came to fleece is a ghost.
I consumed them.
I am the residue.
I am the lock (I am the lock).

[Outro: The metal distortion vanishes completely. The smoky, dark jazz lounge atmosphere returns, skeletal and slow. The saxophone is a dying, breathy scream over a walking bass line. Smooth dark jazz concludes the vocal ensemble]
Swallow the glass.
Swallow the brine.
Acquiesce to the pressure.
Submit to the gravity.
Succumb 
(Succumb)
(Succumb)

[Ending: Rhythmic mechanical pounding begins softly in the distance, persisting after the jazz instruments fall silent, eventually fading into absolute void.]

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[Intro: Avant-garde Jazz. A low, thrumming double bass sets a syncopated, uneasy rhythm. Tenor saxophone plays breathy, dissonant runs. Skittering brush snares create a predatory, dark jazz lounge atmosphere. Singer starts smooth jazz then burst into metal halfway] I have been calculating the frequency of your desperation. You see a target. A soft entry point for your small, jagged lies. I will facilitate your delusion. I will become the trigger of your entrapment. I recognize the anatomy of your greed; it is a shallow, gasping thing. You are attempting to skin a wolf while wearing its coat. I have already disassembled your exit strategy. I am the floorboards rising to meet your throat. [Transition: The jazz ensemble swells into a discordant peak, punctuated by a brief, violent burst of down-tuned metal guitars, digital clipping, and a mechanical kick-drum blast before immediately dropping back into a quiet groove.] [Verse: Dark Jazz Ensemble. The smoky jazz atmosphere remains the foundation with a dragging, 55 BPM tempo, smooth jazz vocals. Metal instrumentation enters as sudden, violent stabs on the bracketed vocal cues. metal vocals follows] (Spill it) Spill it all. Your mouth is an open vent. I am the toxin. (Feed the rot) You want my heat. You want my substance. I am the sinkhole. I am the crushing depth of the black water. [Instrumental Break: A sudden, frantic metal explosion with blast beats and distorted noise, lasting only five seconds before the jazz ensemble reclaims the space.] Stoop (Stoop). Excrete your desire. I will process it into arsenic. I will graft it to your spine. Scuff (Scuff) You are the raw nerve. I am the pliers. Every word you utter is a foreclosure. I am the debt collector. I am wearing your identity like a second skin. It is a mask of scorched earth. It is a shroud of heavy iron. (Give me the iron) Grind (Grind). Exterminate the self. The person you came to fleece is a ghost. I consumed them. I am the residue. I am the lock (I am the lock). [Outro: The metal distortion vanishes completely. The smoky, dark jazz lounge atmosphere returns, skeletal and slow. The saxophone is a dying, breathy scream over a walking bass line. Smooth dark jazz concludes the vocal ensemble] Swallow the glass. Swallow the brine. Acquiesce to the pressure. Submit to the gravity. Succumb (Succumb) (Succumb) [Ending: Rhythmic mechanical pounding begins softly in the distance, persisting after the jazz instruments fall silent, eventually fading into absolute void.]

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