[INTRO] (0:00–0:25) [Production: Rattling industrial clank, sub bass that rumbles the ribs, distant sound of a door slamming shut. Faint, high synth whine like a light buzzing in an empty room] [Spoken word Pantha whispered, right against the mic] You’ve been carrying it for months, haven’t you? The words that stick in your throat like glass The anger you swallow so no one else has to see Come in. Lock the door. Throw away the key. [Sound: A single, sharp guitar chug rings out, fades to feedback] [VERSE 1] (0:25–0:55) [Production: Muted 7-string chug creeps low in the mix, skittering hi-hats, sub bass holding a constant menacing note] [Pantha (low, smoky, hypnotic)] Concrete under your scuffed-up shoes No cameras here, no rules to choose I’m the wall that will not crack or bend The dark that holds the light of what you rend Every tear you cried into your pillow at night Every “I’m fine” that was a lie, white-knuckle tight I’m the echo that won’t repeat what you say Shatter me, baby, break until you break away [PRE-CHORUS] (0:55–1:10) [Production: Guitar riff opens up, snare hits harder, tension builds like a match held to gasoline] [Pantha (rising, urgent)] No need to be gentle, no need to be kind Leave the soft version of you outside the line The pressure’s building, it’s crawling up your spine Let it out!, let it out!, this is your time [The Unleashed (faint, distant scream, low in the mix): LET IT OUT] [CHORUS] (1:10–1:40) [Production: FULL DETONATION. Blast beats kick in, crushing guitar riff at full volume, bass rattling the speakers. Dual vocals layered: Pantha’s pop lead front and center, The Unleashed’s screams weaving through like shrapnel] [Pantha (powerful, soaring, dark pop hook)] I’m Pantha, your rage room, your concrete cage Scream until your throat is raw, until you turn the page I’m the splintered wood, the shattering glass Take every last bit of the weight out on me I’m Pantha, no judgment, no fuss Shout every memory you can’t shake make sense Scream until your lungs burn, until the noise goes quiet I’ll hold every shard of the glass you call a riot [The Unleashed (full guttural screams, call-and-response)] SCREAM IT LOUDER!! LET IT ALL OUT!! YOU FUCKING HURT / YOUR HERE, YOUR HOLDING [INTERLUDE] (1:40–1:55) [Production: Guitar riff chugs on, sound of a chair being thrown against a wall, wood splintering] [Pantha (taunting, soft)] That’s it. Don’t hold back now. Your here let’s go. [VERSE 2] (1:55–2:25) [Production: Add a cold, arpeggiated synth under the chugs, hi-hats get faster. Pantha’s vocal is sharper, more urgent] [Pantha] Splinters under your nails, metal on your tongue Scream at the ghost of the things they left undone The self-hatred you hide behind a painted smile The grief that won’t let you sleep for a while I’m the floor that catches you when your knees give out The silence after the last shout dies out Hit as hard as you want, I won’t break or bend You don’t have to be strong when you’re in my den [PRE-CHORUS 2] (2:25–2:40) [Production: Tension spikes, guitar feedback swells, drums double time for two bars] [Pantha (almost yelling now, matching the urgency)] Let it out—let it out—give it all to me [The Unleashed (closer, louder scream): GIVE IT ALL TO ME] [CHORUS 2] (2:40–3:10) [Production: Heavier than the first. Add a wailing guitar lead under the vocals, more layers of screams. The Unleashed is louder, almost matching Pantha’s volume] [Pantha] I’m Pantha, your rage room, your concrete cage Scream until your throat is raw, until you turn the page I’m the splintered wood, the shattering glass Take every last bit of the weight out on me I’m Pantha, no judgment, no fuss Shout every memory you can’t shake make sense Scream until your lungs burn, until the noise goes quiet I’ll hold every shard of the glass you call a riot [The Unleashed (full guttural screams, call-and-response)] SCREAM IT LOUDER!! LET IT ALL OUT!! YOU FUCKING HURT / YOUR HERE, YOUR HOLDING [BRIDGE] (3:10–3:45) [Production: STRIPS BACK COMPLETELY. Only sub bass, a faint dripping sound (like sweat hitting concrete), and dead silence between lines. Tension is unbearable] [Beat of total silence. Then-] [The Unleashed: ONE UNBROKEN, GUTTURAL 8-SECOND SCREAM. No words. Just pure, unfilt INTERLUDE] (1:40–1:55) [Production: Guitar riff chugs on, sound of a chair being thrown against a wall, wood splintering] [Pantha (taunting, soft)] That’s it. Don’t hold back now. Your here let’s go. [outro]
