[Intro | Hook first | heavy slow foot-stomps | low-frequency Riddim hum | slide guitar feedback] [Chorus | Energy: High | Performance: rhythmic predatory crawl | heavy sub-weight] don’t look for the bottom, the bottom is me (dig a little deeper) the weight of the river is all you can see (dig a little deeper) ten pounds of glitter on a ton of black mud the disco is dying, i can taste the blood one foot. in the. grave. [adlib yeah] [Verse 1 | Stripped back | heavy oscillating sub-bass only | wooden percussion] [Vocal: Close-mic, cold and quiet] six string wire and a bottle of gin i know exactly the state that you're in [Riddim drop | rhythmic growl] you’re wearing the silk like a second skin but the swamp don’t care where the silk begins I got a debt that needs a name and you’re the only one left in the frame [Pre-Chorus | Build-up | rising dissonant strings | heavy rhythmic breathing] [Vocal: Sinister whisper] it's in the bone... it's in the grease... there ain't... no... peace... [Chorus | Maximum Energy | Disco strings over distorted Riddim pulse] don’t look for the bottom, the bottom is me (dig a little deeper) the weight of the river is all you can see (dig a little deeper) ten pounds of glitter on a ton of black mud the disco is dying, i can taste the blood [Verse 2 | Rhythmic and jagged | industrial percussion hits | heavy syncopated bass] [Vocal: Measured and cold] the lights are a lie and the water is thick the rhythm is heavy, the rhythm is sick [adlib sick] you’re chasing the flash while you’re losing your breath making a deal with a beautiful death the surface is glass but the center is lead one more step and you’re over your head [Section: The Reckoning | Energy: Building | Blues slide guitar screaming over Riddim] [Vocal: Gutteral rhythmic chant] dig it down... (down) drag it down... (down) sink it down... (down) D-E-E-P. [Final Chorus | Climax | intense sub-weight | brass stabs] ONE. FOOT. IN. THE. GRAVE. (dig a little deeper) ONE. FOOT. IN. THE. GRAVE. (dig a little deeper) feel the rhythm... feel the dirt... (it’s gonna hurt...) [Outro | Fade out | bullfrog foley | low sub-pulse | phonograph crackle] [adlib stay down] [Stop]
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