[Style: Atmospheric intro, heavy alternative metal, filthy half-time groove, chaotic hyper-dubstep climax, extreme dynamic shifts] [Vocal Style: Male, ultra-intimate whisper, low sexual drawl, uninhibited fry scream] [Intro: A slow, pulsing, heartbeat-like sub-bass] [Spoken Word, barely a whisper, intimate and heavy. He stands perfectly still] I haven't even touched you yet. But I can see your chest rising. I can see you shivering in the heat. *(Soft, slow exhale into the mic)* You want me to ruin that perfect little picture, don't you? [Verse 1: Sludge-heavy, grinding bass groove kicks in] [Vocals: Deep, raspy croon, practically dripping with intent] Your pupils are blown, your lips are bitten through, Trying to pretend you don't know exactly what to do. You dressed up for the spotlight, you dressed up for the kill, Now you're frozen in the front row, waiting for the thrill. I can taste the anticipation. I can taste the heavy, wet air. You came here to be a sinner. So let’s answer the prayer. [Pre-Chorus: Guitars kick in, chugging slowly, building immense, suffocating pressure] [Vocals: Gritty, volume rising, commanding] Don't bite your tongue. Don't swallow the sound. I want to hear you let it out when you hit the ground. Look at me. Tell me what you want. **Tell me exactly what you want!** [Chorus: Massive, crushing, down-tuned doom-metal drop] [Vocals: Roaring, completely uninhibited fry scream] **Give it up!** Give me the sweat, give me the skin! **Let me in!** I want the nasty, dirty places where you've never been! Pull me down, let your fingers dig into my back! Cross the line, break the spine, let the whole thing crack! Show me how you beg! Show me how you break! [Verse 2: Tempo drops into a filthy, grinding half-time swagger] [Vocals: Low, mocking, highly sexual drawl. He paces the edge of the stage] Yeah, right there. Don't cover yourself up now. I want to watch the way you move when you finally figure out how. Arch your back for the front row, let them see the mess. Take my hand, take the mic, take care of all the rest. I want you dripping with it. I want you drunk on the noise. Forget the good girls, baby. Forget the polite little boys. [Pre-Chorus: Snare drum rolls rapidly, building a frantic, breathless tension] [Vocals: Urgent, feral, screaming] Don't bite your tongue! Don't swallow the sound! I want to hear you let it out when you hit the ground! Look at me! Tell me what you want! **Tell me exactly what you want!** [Chorus: Blinding strobes, deafening wall of distortion] [Vocals: Maximum aggression and heat] **Give it up!** Give me the sweat, give me the skin! **Let me in!** I want the nasty, dirty places where you've never been! Pull me down, let your fingers dig into my back! Cross the line, break the spine, let the whole thing crack! Show me how you beg! Show me how you break! [Bridge: Dead silence. All music cuts. A single, dim spotlight hits Sinn. He crouches at the very edge of the stage, locking eyes with one person in the crowd.] [Vocals: Incredibly soft, almost conversational, raw intimacy] Don't close your eyes. People always close their eyes when it gets too good. *(A heavy, ragged breath)* Keep them open. Look right at me while you come apart. Show me. **Show me!** [Final Chorus: Chaotic, hyper-dubstep glitching mixed with frantic blast beats] [Vocals: Frayed, ecstatic, throat-tearing screams] **Show me how you break!** **Give it up!** **Let me in!** Let them watch! Let them stare! Wallow in the sin! Don't you cover your mouth! Don't you swallow the sound! Bring it down! Bring it down! Bring it to the ground! [Outro: Music drops out instantly, leaving only a slow, heavy, thumping bass drum] [Vocals: Exhausted, rhythmic panting into the microphone, fading slowly] Yeah. Just like that. *(Mic static as he lets go)* [End]
