[Intro] [Sound of a match strike, followed by a wall of distorted, descending Reese bass and crashing, complex breakbeats. Vocal enters, cold and centered.] The wick is lit. The fuse is in the vein. No audience. Just ash to ascertain. [Verse 1] [rapid-fire, precise, on top of the breakbeat] I am the pyre, I am the fuel, the spark, the air that fans it The architect of nothing in the blueprint where the plan is To reduce the complex structure to a simple, smoking fact To practice the subtraction where there is no math to subtract I court the final feedback loop, the thermal runaway Where every single memory becomes a price I willingly pay So watch the social contract burn to cinders in my palm This isn't suicide, it's just a quieter form of calm... A strategic deletion of a version that went sour... I burn the fucking server tower in this final, glorious hour... [Pre-Chorus] [cadence shifts to a halting, pounding trap rhythm as beats simplify to 808 thumps] So bring the gasoline... and bless the flame... I'm deleting my own name... from every single frame... This body is a wick... my spirit is the claim... [Chorus] [BEAT DROPS INTO MASSIVE, HALF-TIME DUBSTEP/DNB HYBRID. Vocals are layered: a clean, chanting lead and a distorted, screaming double.] IMMOLATION! Let it eat the sky! (Let it eat the sky!) Feed the fire everything I was supposed to be! IMMOLATION! Pure catalytic sigh! (Pure catalytic sigh!) Watch the future and the past both bend and meet in me! A CLEAN BURN! A GOD'S RETURN! From the blackened earth, a different kind of seed! IMMOLATION! This is my decree! [Verse 2] [Beats return to frantic D&B. Flow is more syncopated, aggressive, riding the off-beats.] You see a crisis—I see optics, purity through optics, lens flare Reducing all the chatter to a carbon-based prayer The phoenix is a liar if it thinks it flies back whole I'm keeping every scar and every atom of my soul But rearranged by temperatures that split the very atom Leave the puppet strings in piles for the fucking rats to gat on This is not a breakdown, this a critical refinement A violent, bright alignment with a self-defined enlightenment So let the epidermis blacken, let the old convictions melt A testament in trauma that the new self can be built... Upon a bed of coals so deep... they mimic solid ground... A silence so complete... it drowns out every sound... [Pre-Chorus] [halting trap rhythm returns] So bring the gasoline... and bless the flame... I'm deleting my own name... from every single frame... This body is a wick... my spirit is the claim... [Chorus] [MASSIVE HALF-TIME DROP. Layered, weaponized vocals.] IMMOLATION! Let it eat the sky! (Let it eat the sky!) Feed the fire everything I was supposed to be! IMMOLATION! Pure catalytic sigh! (Pure catalytic sigh!) Watch the future and the past both bend and meet in me! A CLEAN BURN! A GOD'S RETURN! From the blackened earth, a different kind of seed! IMMOLATION! This is my decree! [Bridge] [Tonal rupture. Beat cuts to near silence—just a humming sub-bass and a single, repeating glitched vocal sample. Vocal is a whispered, broken scream.] Can you feel the heat... behind the eyes? The silent scream... that crystallizes? This is the factory reset... of the soul. The only thing... left in my control... Is the choosing of the fire... And the letting... [Verse 3] [Beat returns at double intensity, a frenetic D&B barrage. Flow is machine-gun, almost chaotic, pushing breath control.] NOW THE ACCELERANT IS COURSING THROUGH THE SYSTEM LIKE A TRUTH SERUM THE OLD GHOSTS ARE SCREAMING AS THEY BECOME THE VERY FUMIGANT THAT PURGES THEM NO EULOGY NO DIRGE JUST THE ROAR OF MY OWN BLOOD TURNING TO STEAM A LIVING SCORCHED EARTH POLICY A WALKING EXTREME DREAM I SEE THE BLUEPRINT IN THE FLAMES THE PATTERN IN THE PEELING PAINT THE BEAUTY IN THE COLLAPSE WHERE THERE AIN'T NO ROOM FOR "SAINT" OR "SINNER" JUST A WINNOWING A SIGHT THAT'S THINNING TO THE CORE AND I HAVE NEVER WANTED ANYTHING... ...ANYTHING... ...ANYTHING... ...MORE. [Pre-Chorus] [delivered as a final, exhausted gasp before the storm] So bring... the gasoline... and bless... the flame... [Chorus] [FINAL, MAXIMUM-IMPACT DROP. All sonic elements converge. Vocals are a full-bodied scream layered with clean chant.] IMMOLATION! LET IT EAT THE SKY! (EAT IT!) FEED THE FIRE EVERYTHING I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE! IMMOLATION! PURE CATALYTIC SIGH! (BURN!) WATCH THE FUTURE AND THE PAST BOTH BEND AND MEET IN ME! A CLEAN BURN! A GOD'S RETURN! FROM THE BLACKENED EARTH, A DIFFERENT KIND OF SEED! IMMOLATION! THIS IS MY DECREE! [Outro] [Beat abruptly cuts. Sounds of crackling embers, distorted and slowed down. A single, clean, cold vocal line.] Ashes are the only currency That never depreciates. I am solvent. [END]
