Covet

Alternative metal, industrial horrorcore; claustrophobic close-mic vocal mix with abrupt drops into bare silence, mid-tempo pulse with jarring rhythmic hits, male voice shifting from breathy near-spoken whispers to heartbeat-like staccato phrasing and volatile near-screams, detuned dissonant guitars grinding through unresolved chromatic riffs over glitching industrial percussion and a heavy sub-bass drone, ‑Flat production

Listen to the quiet itch behind your ribs. You think they love you? You think you’re enough? Watch how easily I make you rot from inside— One small breath, and your devotion turns to dust. You look at their hands, and the poison takes hold: Why do they get to smile while you stay cold? I hold the mirror to your hidden rot. You starve yourself for everything you're not. Feel the envy swell up, feel your throat turn to gall— Now tear each other down. I see your peace and it makes me sick! Why do you get to feel whole while I starve?! Watch your trust turn to acid and spite, Choke on the paranoia, drown in the night! You’re not a person—you’re a vessel to drain! Shut your mouth—you don't get to feel pain! Look at you now, turning on the ones you adored. I didn't break you—your own mind did the work. I planted the seed, and you watered the hate, Spilling your own blood just to level the scale. Once the fire in your chest is ruined and dead... You’re finally hollow enough for my shelf. I hold the mirror to your hidden rot. You starve yourself for everything you're not. Feel the envy swell up, feel your throat turn to gall— Now tear each other down. I see your peace and it makes me sick! Why do you get to feel whole while I starve?! Watch your trust turn to acid and spite, Choke on the paranoia, drown in the night! You’re not a person—you’re a vessel to drain! Shut your mouth—you don't get to feel pain! Why are you still holding on?! Why won't your spirit wither like the rest?! GIVE ME WHAT YOU FEEL! GIVE ME WHAT YOU HAVE! You're nothing! A corpse! A shell! A bug! WHY CAN'T I HAVE IT?! IT BELONGS TO ME! ...There. Look at you now. Eyes dull. Heart quiet. No more warmth to mock me with. Just an empty vessel, perfectly still. Look how beautiful you are... Now that you have nothing left.

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