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Red Dust Siren

progressive metal, technical metal, brutal metal

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[IMMEDIATE ATTACK — crushing low-tuned guitars in a lurching polyrhythm; distorted bass snarls underneath rapid double-kick bursts]

You said my name.

I said, "Don't start."

You hadn't said
the second part.

You drew one breath.

I knew the sound.

I knew the words
before they came out.

[RIFF STUTTER — same phrase repeats three times, each repetition losing a beat]

Again.

Not again.

[VERSE — deep baritone, tight rhythmic delivery; guitars grind underneath every syllable]

You're gonna say
I've changed somehow.

You're gonna ask
what happens now.

I'll say, "I know."

You'll say, "You don't."

I'll ask you stay.

You'll say—

"I won't."

[DEAD STOP]

You said,

"I won't."

[Full band slams back in]

I FUCKING KNEW IT.

[TECHNICAL INSTRUMENTAL — violent syncopated riff circles repeatedly while lead guitar plays a melody one beat ahead of the band]

I know the rise
inside your voice.

I know the pause
before your choice.

I know the breath
before the blame.

I know exactly
when you'll say my name.

[HUGE MELODIC REFRAIN — soaring clean baritone over crushing guitars]

I ALREADY HAD THIS CONVERSATION.
I ALREADY KNOW WHAT YOU'LL SAY.

EVERY WORD IS A RECREATION
OF SOMETHING THAT WON'T GO AWAY.

YOU'LL SAY IT SLOW.
I'LL ANSWER FAST.

HOW DO I KNOW
WHAT HASN'T PASSED?

[INSTRUMENTAL COLLISION — refrain melody continues on lead guitar while rhythm section violently shifts meter underneath]

You stop.

I stop.

You breathe.

I breathe.

You say—

"There's something
I need you to see."

No.

That's not right.

That's not the line.

You say something else
every other time.

[LOW VOCAL — band reduces to distorted bass and irregular kick drum]

Every other time?

[Silence]

How many times?

[EXPLOSIVE RIFF — guitars return lower and heavier]

I remember tomorrow.

I forgot yesterday.

I remember you leaving.

You're asking to stay.

I remember your answer.

You haven't been asked.

I remember a future
that already passed.

[BREAKDOWN — monstrous low-string pattern; drums alternate violent double-kick barrages with absolute dead stops]

**SAY WHAT YOU SAID.**

**DO WHAT YOU DO.**

**LET ME GET BACK
TO THE VERSION I KNEW.**

**DON'T CHANGE THE WORD.**

**DON'T CHANGE THE END.**

**DON'T MAKE ME LIVE
THROUGH A NEW ONE AGAIN.**

[Breakdown continues instrumentally; earlier riffs begin appearing simultaneously at conflicting tempos]

[Baritone becoming increasingly desperate]

You said my name.

I said, "Don't start."

You hadn't said
the second—

[STOP]

You said,

"Who are you?"

[Silence]

...

I knew you'd—

[Pause]

No.

[Opening riff returns, but completely inverted]

No, you never—

[Massive full-band hit]

[Very quiet voice]

Have we met?

[FINAL TECHNICAL ASSAULT — every major riff from the song collides for a short, chaotic burst; abrupt ending]

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[IMMEDIATE ATTACK — crushing low-tuned guitars in a lurching polyrhythm; distorted bass snarls underneath rapid double-kick bursts] You said my name. I said, "Don't start." You hadn't said the second part. You drew one breath. I knew the sound. I knew the words before they came out. [RIFF STUTTER — same phrase repeats three times, each repetition losing a beat] Again. Again. Not again. [VERSE — deep baritone, tight rhythmic delivery; guitars grind underneath every syllable] You're gonna say I've changed somehow. You're gonna ask what happens now. I'll say, "I know." You'll say, "You don't." I'll ask you stay. You'll say— "I won't." [DEAD STOP] You said, "I won't." [Full band slams back in] I FUCKING KNEW IT. [TECHNICAL INSTRUMENTAL — violent syncopated riff circles repeatedly while lead guitar plays a melody one beat ahead of the band] I know the rise inside your voice. I know the pause before your choice. I know the breath before the blame. I know exactly when you'll say my name. [HUGE MELODIC REFRAIN — soaring clean baritone over crushing guitars] I ALREADY HAD THIS CONVERSATION. I ALREADY KNOW WHAT YOU'LL SAY. EVERY WORD IS A RECREATION OF SOMETHING THAT WON'T GO AWAY. YOU'LL SAY IT SLOW. I'LL ANSWER FAST. HOW DO I KNOW WHAT HASN'T PASSED? [INSTRUMENTAL COLLISION — refrain melody continues on lead guitar while rhythm section violently shifts meter underneath] You stop. I stop. You breathe. I breathe. You say— "There's something I need you to see." No. That's not right. That's not the line. You say something else every other time. [LOW VOCAL — band reduces to distorted bass and irregular kick drum] Every other time? [Silence] How many times? [EXPLOSIVE RIFF — guitars return lower and heavier] I remember tomorrow. I forgot yesterday. I remember you leaving. You're asking to stay. I remember your answer. You haven't been asked. I remember a future that already passed. [BREAKDOWN — monstrous low-string pattern; drums alternate violent double-kick barrages with absolute dead stops] **SAY WHAT YOU SAID.** **DO WHAT YOU DO.** **LET ME GET BACK TO THE VERSION I KNEW.** **DON'T CHANGE THE WORD.** **DON'T CHANGE THE END.** **DON'T MAKE ME LIVE THROUGH A NEW ONE AGAIN.** [Breakdown continues instrumentally; earlier riffs begin appearing simultaneously at conflicting tempos] [Baritone becoming increasingly desperate] You said my name. I said, "Don't start." You hadn't said the second— [STOP] You said, "Who are you?" [Silence] ... I knew you'd— [Pause] No. [Opening riff returns, but completely inverted] No, you never— [Massive full-band hit] [Very quiet voice] Have we met? [FINAL TECHNICAL ASSAULT — every major riff from the song collides for a short, chaotic burst; abrupt ending]

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