[Intro — quiet, damaged voice] After the sound. After the sound. [Verse — slow, clipped rap] Dust holds the last heat. An empty shoe keeps the beat. [Chorus — harsh chant over a broad, heavy groove] NOTHING LEFT. STILL HERE. NOTHING LEFT. STILL HERE. [Verse — doubled, dissolving at the edges] No edge to stand behind. The room goes on. I lose the outside. [Chorus — screamed, widening] NOTHING LEFT. STILL HERE. NOTHING LEFT. STILL HERE. [Long instrumental ascent — the same motif gathers drums, bass, counter-riffs and vocal fragments] [Final chorus — overwhelming density] NOTHING LEFT. STILL HERE. NOTHING LEFT. STILL HERE. [Hold this exact full-force vocal and instrumental cycle for the longest passage on the album. Slowly fade without thinning, slowing or resolving.]
