Rabbit in the Briar

(Intro – slow, menacing, palm-muted chugs building tension) (Low growl) The hounds are coming… The hounds are blind…
(Verse 1 – fast, thrashy riff) The hounds are running heavy, the hounds are running blind! Chasing straight-line stories they will never fucking find! Deep inside the thicket where the shadows twist and bend, A creature of the edges where the open spaces end! He doesn’t fight the branches, he won’t break the fucking wood, He slips between the spaces where the rigid hunters stood!
(Pre-Chorus – half-time, building) Silent through the undergrowth… Ghost inside the thorns…
(Chorus – massive, anthemic, gang-shout ready) HE’S THE RABBIT IN THE BRIAR! Surviving by his WITS! Tricking out the pattern, where the puzzle fucking fits! He uses every loophole, every angle, every snare! You think you’ve got him cornered — BUT THE RABBIT ISN’T THERE!
He leads you down the side path, slipping softly out of sight! Moving with a timing that is strange… but always right!
(Verse 2 – even heavier, faster palm muting) He won’t match you strength for strength, that’s not the way he’s grown! He twists the system’s iron rules and makes them all his own! Disrupts the scripted narratives the second they erupt! Shatters all the pretty lies where easy answers corrupt! A flash of white — a sudden turn — a leap into the dark! He leaves a winding, looping trail without a single mark!
(Chorus – even bigger) HE’S THE RABBIT IN THE BRIAR! Surviving by his WITS! Tricking out the pattern, where the puzzle fucking fits! He uses every loophole, every angle, every snare! You think you’ve got him cornered — BUT THE RABBIT ISN’T THERE!
(Bridge – atmospheric, clean guitars into crushing drop) Down into the burrow where the falling never ends… Until he hits the solid floor where reality defends! Absurdity dissolves… the tangled roots pull tight… He builds his home inside the thorns… AND VANISHES FROM SIGHT!
(Breakdown – slow, crushing, low-tuned chugs) Born… and bred… in the briar! Where the sharpest logic grows! He’s not tricking the person… HE’S TRICKING THE PATTERN! Slipping the snare! Look close at the thicket…
(Final Chorus – full scream, huge) THE RABBIT ISN’T THERE! THE RABBIT ISN’T THERE! THE RABBIT ISN’T THERE!
(Outro – fading eerie leads over heavy riff) Look close at the thicket… (whispered scream) The rabbit… isn’t there…

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(Intro – slow, menacing, palm-muted chugs building tension) (Low growl) The hounds are coming… The hounds are blind… (Verse 1 – fast, thrashy riff) The hounds are running heavy, the hounds are running blind! Chasing straight-line stories they will never fucking find! Deep inside the thicket where the shadows twist and bend, A creature of the edges where the open spaces end! He doesn’t fight the branches, he won’t break the fucking wood, He slips between the spaces where the rigid hunters stood! (Pre-Chorus – half-time, building) Silent through the undergrowth… Ghost inside the thorns… (Chorus – massive, anthemic, gang-shout ready) HE’S THE RABBIT IN THE BRIAR! Surviving by his WITS! Tricking out the pattern, where the puzzle fucking fits! He uses every loophole, every angle, every snare! You think you’ve got him cornered — BUT THE RABBIT ISN’T THERE! He leads you down the side path, slipping softly out of sight! Moving with a timing that is strange… but always right! (Verse 2 – even heavier, faster palm muting) He won’t match you strength for strength, that’s not the way he’s grown! He twists the system’s iron rules and makes them all his own! Disrupts the scripted narratives the second they erupt! Shatters all the pretty lies where easy answers corrupt! A flash of white — a sudden turn — a leap into the dark! He leaves a winding, looping trail without a single mark! (Chorus – even bigger) HE’S THE RABBIT IN THE BRIAR! Surviving by his WITS! Tricking out the pattern, where the puzzle fucking fits! He uses every loophole, every angle, every snare! You think you’ve got him cornered — BUT THE RABBIT ISN’T THERE! (Bridge – atmospheric, clean guitars into crushing drop) Down into the burrow where the falling never ends… Until he hits the solid floor where reality defends! Absurdity dissolves… the tangled roots pull tight… He builds his home inside the thorns… AND VANISHES FROM SIGHT! (Breakdown – slow, crushing, low-tuned chugs) Born… and bred… in the briar! Where the sharpest logic grows! He’s not tricking the person… HE’S TRICKING THE PATTERN! Slipping the snare! Look close at the thicket… (Final Chorus – full scream, huge) THE RABBIT ISN’T THERE! THE RABBIT ISN’T THERE! THE RABBIT ISN’T THERE! (Outro – fading eerie leads over heavy riff) Look close at the thicket… (whispered scream) The rabbit… isn’t there…

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