Out of Size

[Title: Out of Size] [Style: Blackened Doom Metal, Industrial Doom, Atmospheric Black Metal, Female Ethereal Vocals, Deep Male Growls, Harsh Male Screams, Dark Female Harmonies, Heavy downtuned guitars, 85 BPM] [Intro - Oppressive ultra-low ambient drone with rhythmic metallic scrapes. Ethereal female whisper] Oh... oh... Hush now... stay silent. Don't breathe a word before you know the cost. [Verse 1 - Slow down-tuned doom riff, heavy industrial pulse, deep guttural male growl] You walk right past her on the street, totally blind, Missing the faded eyes and the screams left behind. Under a oversized coat, her gaze hits the floor, No one ever asks what aches at the core. You cast your glance and think you know my entire life, Rushing to judge every scar made by the knife. It’s thin, brittle ice over waters pitch black, You don't see the war fought with no way back. [Pre-Chorus - Dissonant tremolo picking, harsh male screams with atmospheric female harmonies] Before you throw a word like a stone in the dark, Before you sentence a soul—stop and look for the spark! It’s easy to stand on the edge and throw blame, When you never carried the weight of this shame. The mask on the outside is a wall made of stone, Underneath it, a fire burns alone. [Chorus - Crushing wall of sound, massive slow beat, savage male growls with soaring clean female vocals] Don't judge! It hurts! Don't label! It hurts! Step into my shoes, take a mile in my tread! Feel the suffocating rush of the terror and dread! Before you condemn me, watch the ground break apart, You’re bleeding the hands of a generous heart! Angels don't wear golden crowns in the mud, They hide in rags, washed in sweat and in blood. And shame will devour you when the quiet falls, When these scarred, broken hands answer your calls! [Verse 2 - Heavy industrial groove, dark distorted bass, deep male growl with whispering female counter-melodies] Maybe it’s a neighbor, or someone you used to know, A fake smile on top while the storms rage below. Nobody counts the silent battles we lose, Look under the surface before you accuse. So many roles to play, so many eyes in the dark, Every decision a snake leaving its mark. [Pre-Chorus - Harsh male screams paired with atmospheric female harmonies] Before you throw a word like a stone in the dark, Before you sentence a soul—stop and look for the spark! It’s easy to stand on the edge and throw blame, When you never carried the weight of this shame. Try to walk my path before you tell me to stand, Feel the crushing sky over this ruined land! [Chorus - Crushing wall of sound, savage male growls with soaring clean female vocals] Don't judge! It hurts! Don't label! It hurts! Step into my shoes, take a mile in my tread! Feel the suffocating rush of the terror and dread! Before you condemn me, watch the ground break apart, You’re bleeding the hands of a generous heart! Angels don't wear golden crowns in the mud, They hide in rags, washed in sweat and in blood. And shame will devour you when the quiet falls, When these scarred, broken hands answer your calls! [Bridge - Guitars drop out, sub-bass pulse with brief black-metal blast beat eruption. High-pitched male shrieks with haunting female clean vocals] Oh... oh... Listen closely before you damn me to hell! Maybe then you’ll see why the silence fell! Why this wild heart beats behind iron bars! This isn't a walk—it's a path made of scars! [Final Chorus - Peak intensity massive doom riffing, full dual vocal performance] Don't judge! It hurts! Don't label! It hurts! Step into my shoes, feel the weight of the stone! Look me dead in the eyes—I am flesh, I am bone! You’ll be drowning in shame when the quiet falls, When these scarred, bleeding hands reach through your walls! [Outro - Guitars collapse into feedback and cold atmospheric synths. Gravelly male whisper fading into an ethereal female harmony] Bleeding hands... Now you know what it means to be me. Just try to understand... My shoes will never fit your feet. Oh... oh... [End]