[Intro – Whispered, ritualistic, barely restrained. Deep breathing, distant industrial pulses, warped chanting growing into an explosion. Build unbearable tension before the instruments slam in.] (Whispered) Can you hear it... Scratching... Beneath... My... Skin... [Verse 1 – Tight, syncopated groove with crushing low-end. Vocals begin controlled but increasingly unstable, alternating between whispered menace and explosive shouts. Every line should feel like the narrator is fighting against possession.] I stitched my smile with rusted wire, Fed my conscience to the fire. Every prayer came back in screams, Nothing holy haunts my dreams. There's a parasite wearing my face, Learning mercy... erasing grace. Every heartbeat pounds like war, It keeps begging... "Give me more..." The walls begin to bend and breathe, The floor spits mouths beneath my feet. I know my name... At least I did... Before it crawled beneath my skin. [Pre-Chorus – Instruments strip back to an unsettling pulse. Vocals become almost hypnotic before violently snapping into rage.] Don't... Open... The... Door... It's already inside. [Chorus – Massive, explosive, primal. Huge gang vocals layered beneath the lead. Heavy rhythmic chanting between phrases. Every word should hit like a hammer while the groove keeps driving relentlessly.] I FEED THE THING! (It feeds on me!) I BLEED THE KING! (Born underneath!) No chains... No God... No holy light... Can drown what's waking... INSIDE! I... AM... THE... PLAGUE! Every breath becomes decay! Let it crawl... Let it climb... LET IT WEAR MY SPINE! [Verse 2 – More frantic. Rhythms become jagged and unpredictable while staying crushingly heavy. Vocals swing between eerie calm and complete psychological collapse.] Its fingers bloom beneath my veins, Writing scripture out of pain. Teeth are growing in my thoughts, Chewing through what sanity bought. I taste iron in every word, Hear invisible wings of birds. Something ancient knows my name, Something smiling in the flames. Mirror shows another stare... Mine is gone... But something's there. [Bridge – Slow, tribal, suffocating. Percussion becomes ritualistic. Vocals layered with whispers from every direction. Build into complete madness.] (Whispered repeatedly underneath) Feed... Feed... Feed... Feed... (Lead) Break the bones... Pull the teeth... Peel away what's underneath... Every scar... Every lie... Every time I wished to die... Built... This... THRONE! (Demonic scream) NOW WATCH ME SIT UPON IT! [Breakdown – Absolutely unhinged. Crushing groove with violent stop-start rhythms. Vocals should sound completely possessed. Leave space for huge impacts between lines.] I... AM... NOT... SICK! I AM THE FEVER! I... AM... NOT... LOST! I AM THE REAPER! You buried monsters in the deep... Now they're breathing... Through... Me. [Final Chorus – Bigger than the first. Layer choirs, monstrous gang vocals, tortured screams, and whispered counter-melodies all fighting each other. The energy should feel apocalyptic, as though the evil has fully taken control.] I FEED THE THING! (It feeds on me!) I BLEED THE KING! (Born underneath!) Your heaven burned... Your angels fled... Now hear the voices... IN MY HEAD! No cure... No chains... No saving grace... There is no man... Only the face. [Outro – Instruments gradually collapse into chaos. The groove slows like a dying heartbeat. Vocals fade from furious screaming into a calm whisper, ending with one final unsettling breath.] (Softly) It was never inside me... ... I... was... inside... it.
