[Verse 1 – slow, dragging doom crawl, whispered-then-screamed vocals like Corey Taylor in "People = Shit" meets Randy Blythe's venom] Crawl through the marrow rot, veins clogged with concrete prayer Mother Earth's abortion, stillborn in black tar air I chew the rust from god's teeth, spit the filings in your face Every heartbeat a guillotine, every breath a grave embrace [Pre-chorus – building tension, dissonant bends, feedback swells] No savior, no exit, just the weight crushing spine to paste Pulse it slower... slower... let the void dictate the pace [Chorus – massive open-string Lamb of God-style groove chug, layered screams + pig squeals, double-kick bursts] BURN THE FUCKING SKY! (GRAVE PULSE!) RIP THE VEINS FROM TIME! (ETERNAL!) WE ARE THE CANCER THAT CAME TO COLLECT CRUSH YOUR HOPE BENEATH MY HEEL, YOU WORTHLESS INSECT! [Breakdown 1 – ultra-slow, tectonic doom groove, half-time stomp like a dying planet, layered gang vocals] One... ton... per... second... Crushing ribs to powder, lungs collapse in wet defeat Feel the earth fuck your corpse, six feet ain't deep enough to hide I AM THE HAMMER, YOU ARE THE NAIL BLED DRY, STILL SCREAMING, STILL ALIVE [Verse 2 – faster groove shift, Slipknot percussive chaos + LoG precision riffing] Swallow razors blessed in napalm piss Crown of nails driven through your bliss I carve your name in excrement on heaven's door Then kick it down, watch angels hit the floor Your children's eyes, wide as I feed them glass Their final meal before the black mass [Bridge – atmospheric doom section, clean eerie vocals into full psychotic meltdown] (soft, haunting) The stars are just holes where the light bled out... Then full roar: AND I'M COMING FOR THE REST OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! [Final Breakdown / Outro – slowest, heaviest groove possible, pure apocalyptic chug, layered howls fading into feedback and distant chainsaw percussion] GRAVE... PULSE... ETERNAL... No resurrection, no dawn, no fucking mercy Just the rhythm of extinction grinding bone to dust WE END HERE WE END NOW WE END EVERYTHING (final screamed whisper over dying riff) ...and the groove... keeps... falling... forever...
