Heretic [Prog] | HobnobbersFM

81bpm, A minor/ D Dorian mode with phrygian inflection and ionian lift, Fibonacci, complex prog/jazz drums with complex time signatures, Vocals: raw unpolished, highly dynamic and controlled progressive-metal vocals that range from intimate whispered/melodic to gritty, compressed, and explosive, with distinctive rhythmic phrasing, emotional depth, and a throaty-to-piercing tone that treats the voice as both a melodic instrument and a vehicle for intense expression, triplets, 5/8 7/8 time signatures, complex time signature shifts and mathematical structural metaphors

[Intro - Slow Build] [5/8 7/8 guitar riff - subtle distortion, reverb, delay effects] [Verse] Who are you to muddy water, nothing more than a drop of rain. Follow me, your own destroyer— watch the ripple, call it change. Die alone or paranoia, shift the blame on one on all. Wear the crown of accusation, prick the thorns into the skull. [Bridge] Point the finger at… me... You point the finger at… me... You point the finger and lie [Intense whisper and rolling drums] lie… lie… lie… lie... lie... [Interlude - drums fracture into 7/8 against 5/4 guitar] [Verse] [5/4 guitar riff] Hunker down— for war is coming. Choose your sides and bang the drum. Barricade the doors with doctrine. Ash will settle on every tongue. Sell the blood of your alma mater, call me out, cut me down. Ablade the stone of my foundation, change the name and call it home… (Ho-oh-oh-ohm!) [Chorus] Tear it down. Just to build it back with your lies. Paint the walls red with blood of your confession, ink the floor with every name. I will stand inside the furnace. I will answer to the flame. [Recapitulate] Your mirror holds a thousand judges. Mine shows but an open hand. You built the cage from borrowed scripture, bent the verse to fit the narrative. Fill their mouths with your disorder, lay their bodies for the road you pave. Who the fuck are you to muddy water. We stand and watch your ripple fade. [Intense whisper and rolling drums] Fade. Fade. Fade. Fade. Fade. [Chorus] Tear it down. Just to build it back with your lies. Paint the walls red with blood of your confession, ink the floor with every name. I will stand inside the furnace. [Music stops] I will answer to the flame. [End]

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