Grape Washed

[INTRO/ Spoken— clinical and cold, something sterile and wrong] [flat and controlled:] Hold still. This won't take long. [VERSE — Bob, cold and clinical, restrained fury underneath] I pull the sediment I strip the skin I filter everything That's left within You think you're still What you used to be But I can see the murk And it's coming out of me You carried the war You carried the vine You carried the seeds Of everything fine But fine isn't wanted And rough isn't sold So hold still While I make you something they'll hold [PRE-CHORUS — anger cracking through] You don't get to be What you chose to be You get to be What they need to see Clear and refined Labeled and sold Something that fits In a bottle they hold [DUBSTEP DROP I — small, sharp, sudden] [Everything cuts. Bass pulse. Single wub. Hard mute. Like a door slamming shut.] [2 bars. Then back into the song.] [CHORUS — EXPLOSION. Bob furious, Drop C hitting hard] GRAPE WASHED! STRIPPED TO THE BONE!! GRAPE WASHED! NOTHING LEFT TO OWN!! THEY POURED SOMETHING IN YOU! THAT WAS NEVER YOURS!!! NOW YOU'RE FORTIFIED!!!! AND YOU CAN'T FIND THE DOOR!!!!! GRAPE WASHED!! GRAPE WASHED!!! YOU'RE NOT WHAT YOU WERE ANYMORE!!!!! [DROP — bigger now, more aggressive] [Full dubstep bass drop. Wub bass grinding hard. Metal guitar underneath. 4 bars of pure sonic chaos before hard mute.] [Silence. Then clinical filtering sounds return.] [VERSE — Bob colder, more precise, something breaking underneath] Cabernet didn't make it Pinot couldn't stay Merlot got filtered On the second day You think you're still purple You think you still bleed But I poured in the brandy And now you're what they need The grapefruit got in here Through the cracks in the war The winemaker's still watching Through the cellar door And the violence you carried Never really left It just changed its flavor And called itself the best [PRE-CHORUS — angrier now, barely contained] You don't get to be What you fought to be You get to be What they want to see Fortified now Labeled and priced Everything you bled for Has a tag and a price [CHORUS — bigger, more aggressive] GRAPE WASHED,STRIPPED TO THE BONE GRAPE WASHED!! NOTHING LEFT TO OWN.THEY POURED SOMETHING IN YOU!!! THAT WAS NEVER YOURS. NOW YOU'RE FORTIFIED!!!! AND YOU CAN'T FIND THE DOOR.. GRAPE WASHED!!!! GRAPE WASHED!!!!!!! YOU'RE NOT WHAT YOU WERE ANYMORE! [DUBSTEP DROP III — massive, wall of bass, relentless.Biggest drop yet. Full dubstep production. Wub bass walls. Metal guitar shredding underneath. Battlefield sounds warping into the bass frequencies. 8 bars of escalating chaos before sudden hard mute.Complete silence. Just glass clinking. Something being poured.] [BRIDGE — Bob breaks. Anger becomes grief becomes rage] I did this. I held the filter. I measured the brandy. I poured it in. [Build-up] I told myself it was necessary I told myself it was clean I told myself the war demanded it I told myself — [EXPLOSION] I TOLD MYSELF IT WASN'T ME BUT I HELD THE BOTTLE!!!! I HELD THE POUR I WASHED AWAY EVERYTHING!!!!!! WE FOUGHT FOR!! THE GRAPEFRUIT GOT IN THROUGH MY HANDS THE WINEMAKER WORKED THROUGH MY PLANS!!!!!! AND THE WAR THE WAR THE WAR MADE ME DO THIS!!!!!!!!!! [Silence. Long. Heavy.] [Bob. Quiet. Hollow.] Fortified. That's what they call it. When something foreign Makes you stronger. [pause] I don't feel stronger. [DUBSTEP DROP IV — the biggest. Devastating and final.] [Everything explodes at once. Full metal dubstep collision. Wub bass so heavy it distorts. Guitar shredding. War drums underneath warping into the bass. Battlefield sounds swallowed completely by the drop. 16 bars. Builds to absolute peak then —] [HARD MUTE. Complete silence. Nothing.] [Then a single drip of liquid.] [CHORUS — emptier, devastated, the anger burned out] Grape washed Stripped to the bone Grape washed Nothing left to own We poured something in you That was never yours Now you're fortified And I Can't find the door Grape washed Grape washed We're not what we were Anymore [DROP — the most massive of all. The fortification complete.] [No warning. No build. Just immediate obliteration. Every instrument, every bass wub, every war drum, every battlefield sound, every filtered frequency hitting simultaneously. The bottle shattering from the inside. 24 bars of absolute sonic destruction. Wub bass so distorted it sounds like something tearing. Metal guitar buried underneath layers of bass. The drop keeps building when you think it can't get bigger —]