[Intro] (Atmospheric, dissonant clean guitar shivering over an uneven electronic pulse. Distant sound of surgical instruments clinking against titanium.) I feel the humanity strip off like wet paint. Flesh gives way to iron casing. Marrow hardens into copper wiring. MECHANIZED! [Verse 1] (Thall Riffs. Rapid, erratic, mechanical down-tuned 8-string chugs. Syncopated, broken vocal delivery.) Uncoupling. Peel the slick tissue off the chrome backbone. Easy to name what’s corrupted when the motherboard spits back your blood. I seal every flaw under a layer of synthetic skin. The original machine... that soft, shuddering anomaly. Stuffed under cold logic and static code. I am the hardware update. I crawled from the incinerator screeching. The biological shape you cracked open. The vessel you bolted into the black server of your own design. [Pick Scrape] [Pre-Chorus] (Tempo accelerates violently. Drums shift into frantic blast beats. Vocals rising to a manic, screeching pitch.) [Whistle Scream] Hollowed out, an optimized shell! A ghost in the circuit, screaming in error! My cybernetics burn. My neural net floods with poison. Airway clamps shut, last breath gone. Desolate. Mechanized. A skull of dying frequencies. Loop. Error. Airway clamps shut! I swallow iron, chassis splits. Too heavy. Drowning in system collapse. [Chorus] (Wall of Sound. Huge, expansive, melancholic chords. Operatic, agonizing J-metal style screams mixing clean melodies with raw agony.) I hate your name in my wiring. I spit on the hands that built this cage. I chew through your lies like copper. I want your whole clean world shorted out. I’m not your ghost anymore—I’m the thing that spits from the wreckage. MECHANIZED! [Verse 2] (Glitchy, unstable rhythm. Low-tuned 8-string sub-riffs sliding up and down nervously. Vocals cracking between guttural growls and synthesized resonance.) [Guttural Lows] You’re probably right, the biological pulse is gone! You’re probably right, the synthetic throat won’t answer! Vomit dark oil through the hydraulic exhaust. Skin sloughs off in wet ribbons, brass gears underneath. [Verse 3] (Rhythm disintegrates further into erratic stuttering beats. Pitch Shift FX.) If this endless transition were mine to purge, I’d burn the human genome to cinders, Till even the ashes beg for processing, Till organic memory turns to cold silicon dust. [Chorus] (Wall of Sound. Huge, expansive, melancholic chords. Operatic, agonizing J-metal style screams.) I hate your name in my wiring. I spit on the hands that built this cage. I chew through your lies like copper. I want your whole clean world shorted out. I’m not your ghost anymore—I’m the thing that spits from the wreckage. MECHANIZED! [Bridge] (Eerie, sudden silence. Only a pulsing electronic heartbeat monitor and distant, weeping guitar feedback.) [Painful Whispers] I can feel the nanites at work, small and patient, under the marrow. Whatever I am now, it doesn’t feel finished. I keep reaching for the organic. I keep reaching for what I was. [Breakdown] (The Thall Moment. Extremely slow, crushing, sub-zero breakdown. Each chug feels like a multi-ton hydraulic press tearing through titanium plates.) [Vocal Effect: Pig Squeal] YUGH! [Vocal Effect: Pig Squeal] SKREEE! [Vocal Effect: Guttural Low] BLEGH! FLESH-TORN. GEAR-RAKED. MALFUNCTIONING HUSK. YOUR. CLEAN. FACE. GETS. CRUSHED. IN. THE. MACHINE. [Snarl] SPIT IT OUT—SPIT OUT THE CODE, THE TEETH, THE BLOOD! [Growled Low] I’M. A. SCREAM. WITH. WIRES. IN. ITS. THROAT! [Mid Growl] RATTLE. YOUR. BONES. AGAINST. MY. STEEL. CHOKE. ON. THE. STATIC. [Vocal Effect: Pig Squeal] REEE-UGH! [Throat-Ripped Scream] TEAR. THE. LARYNX. FREE. AND. FEED. IT. TO. THE. SPINDLE! [Final Scream] CONSCIOUSNESS. IS. A. ROT. PIT. DECAY. WITH. THE. SYSTEM! [Outro] [End]
