Title: HANGING STOCK (Industrial rap · auctioneer · call-and-response · pure NIN-adjacent sludge) [COLD OPEN – METAL GRIND + DISTORTED AUCTIONEER MIC] CALL: Going once… Going twice… Going upside-down… RESPONSE: SOLD. TO THE BLACK. [VERSE 1 – RAPID-FIRE AUCTIONEER FLOW] CALL: Lot number zero Pig-headed, leather-skinned Inverted, dripping, grinning Black oil for the win RESPONSE: Bid higher! Bleed higher! CALL: Bald choir of the slaughter Aprons soaked in red Holding black teardrop organs Like currency of the dead RESPONSE: Raise the gavel! Raise the hell! CALL: Chains rattling like cash registers Ceiling rains black drool Every drop a down-payment On the end of you RESPONSE: GOING… GOING… GONE. [CHORUS – HEAVY INDUSTRIAL CHANT] CALL: HANGING STOCK! HANGING STOCK! RESPONSE: Pig on the block! Pig on the block! CALL: HANGING STOCK! HANGING STOCK! RESPONSE: Sell the whole fucking lot! Sell the whole fucking lot! CALL: Black drool falling Blood money calling RESPONSE: Take the bid! Take the hit! [VERSE 2 – FASTER, MORE AGGRESSIVE] CALL: Look at him swing Look at him grin Pig snout smiling while the world caves in Women screaming like sirens Claws out, bags full of black This ain’t a funeral This is a fucking stock attack RESPONSE: BUY LOW! DIE HIGH! CALL: Industrial cathedral Ceiling dripping sin Every bald head a bidder Every scream a win RESPONSE: One more drop! One more drop! CALL: You want the power? You want the control? Then pay the price In black and red and soul RESPONSE: SOLD! SOLD! SOLD TO THE VOID! [BRIDGE – SLOW, DISTORTED, ALMOST WHISPERED THEN EXPLODES] CALL: I am the auctioneer I am the hanging man I am the black that falls I am the empty hand RESPONSE: We are the choir We are the knife We are the bid We are the life… …that dies. CALL: Final warning Final price Final breath RESPONSE: GOING… GOING… …DEAD. [FINAL CHORUS – FULL RIOT] CALL: HANGING STOCK! HANGING STOCK! RESPONSE: Pig on the block! Pig on the block! CALL: HANGING STOCK! HANGING STOCK! RESPONSE: Black drool never stops! Black drool never stops! CALL: SOLD to the scream SOLD to the night SOLD to the nothing SOLD to the fight RESPONSE: WE TAKE IT ALL! WE TAKE IT ALL! WE TAKE THE WHOLE FUCKING LOT! [OUTRO – AUCTIONEER COLLAPSING INTO STATIC] CALL: …and the gavel falls… …and the pig still grins… …and the women still scream… …and the black keeps dripping… RESPONSE: …forever. …forever. …forever. (sound of chains + liquid + distant laughter that turns into pure industrial noise)
