Even If It’s Wrong (I’ll Do It Right!) [Rasta-Swazta-Skazi’s Re-SikNastee!!🤌🏻]

[Intro – 0:00 – 0:20 | Glass Breaks | Chains dragging, feedback screech, eruption into blastbeat chaos | Vocals: cavernous guttural growl] EVEN IF IT’S WRONG!!!!… I’LL DO IT RIGHT!!!!!… (With your entrails in my hands tonight!) [Verse 1 – 0:20 – 0:50 | Saw-blade tremolo riffs, relentless blasts, guttural ferocity] I stitched your eyelids open — watch the theater of pain, Every lash I tear is a psalm in my Gore reign. Flesh peels back like the pages I write, EVEN IF IT’S WRONG… I’LL DO IT RIGHT. Your prayers are ash, your blood is the ink, I drown your hope where the carrion sink. Captive to my gospel of fire and knife, I baptize the world in the slaughter of life. [Breakdown I – 0:50 – 1:20 | Sludge slam with hammering kick drum accents | Vocals: guttural lows layered with echoing highs] EVEN IF IT’S WRONG! (I will sanctify with mutilation!) I’LL DO IT RIGHT! (Through mass extermination!) Skulls will crack beneath the hymn, My choir begins where your screams grow dim! [Verse 2 – 1:20 – 1:50 | Grinding punk-infused riffing, spit-snarl vocals] I cage your soul in barbed-wire breath, Kiss your throat with a genocide’s death. Every child, every mother, every broken limb, I carve the scripture of torment within. No light survives, no mercy remains, I orchestrate hell through your severed veins. Even if it’s blasphemy, curse, or spite, I’ll make the massacre… burn so bright. [Breakdown II – 1:50 – 2:20 | Half-time earth-collapsing slam | Vocals: alternating gutturals / pig squeals / tortured highs] EVEN IF IT’S WRONG! I’LL DO IT RIGHT! Stripped of your face — A mask of the night! The gallows of billions, the furnace of man, I grind creation into dust with my hands! [Bridge – 2:20 – 2:50 | Feedback-drenched, dissonant noise, drums fading in and out like war sirens] I am the silence in the morgue of screams, The blade in the womb, the death in the dream. Torture is scripture, I’m gospel of blight, EVEN IF IT’S WRONG… I’LL DO IT RIGHT. [Final Breakdown – 2:50 – End | Cataclysmic, slow slam riff; vocals layered in monstrous growls, demonic whispers, and crowd-like snarls] EVEN IF IT’S WRONG! I’LL DO IT RIGHT! I’ll skin the heavens — And choke out the light! EVEN IF IT’S WRONG! I’LL DO IT RIGHT! Until the last breath rots, And the earth turns white! NOTHING LEFT TO SAVE! NOTHING LEFT TO FIGHT! EVEN IF IT’S WRONG… I’LL DO IT RIGHT! [Atomic Blssts into echoes then silence]