[Intro - A single, heavily distorted, slightly out-of-tune guitar strums a simple, dissonant two-chord progression [e.g., F#5 to A5, but sloppy]. [Feedback whines. After a few bars, a plodding, heavy bass line joins, followed by loose, powerful drums that sound like they're about to fall apart. A mumbled, almost inaudible word or two.] [Verse 1 - Vocals are low, slurred, almost apathetic, with a bored, cynical tone. Music is sparse, focusing on the dirge-like riff.] Colonies burned, the promise old U.E.G. lied, the story's cold We eat the rust, and pick the bones Build our stupid, angry homes. Yeah, our homes... just holes... [Pre-Chorus - Music builds slightly, drums get a little busier, guitar might add a messy, high-pitched scratch. Vocals gain a slight edge of irritation.] Got a feeling, in my gut Like a broken, angry mutt Wanna bite the hand that fed All the stupid things they said. Said... said... [Chorus - Explodes. Guitars are a wall of fuzz, drums are crashing, bass is thundering. Vocals are a raw, strained shout, full of contempt.] WE'RE THE RED FIST! YEAH! WE DON'T CARE! EARTH'S EMPIRE! SMELL THE FEAR! WISH THAT YOU WERE NEVER HERE! AAGH! [Verse 2 - Music drops back to the verse's weary sludge. Vocals are again mumbled, a little more bitter.] Our rebel leader, grunts and sighs Got that fire in his eyes Welds the junk and makes it new Something sharp to run you through. Yeah, run you through... what for?... [Pre-Chorus - Building again, more feedback from the guitar. Vocals are getting more agitated.] Got this headache, in my head Stupid oaths, shining bright Just wanna turn out every light. Light... light... [Chorus - Explodes again, maybe even more unhinged. Vocals crack and strain.] WE'RE THE RED FIST! YEAH! WE DON'T CARE! EARTH'S EMPIRE! SMELL THE FEAR! WISH THAT YOU WERE NEVER HERE! AAGH! [Bridge - Music becomes a bit more chaotic. Guitar might play a simple, repetitive, almost childlike melody that's dissonant against the bass. Drums are unsteady. Vocals are a taunting, almost sarcastic drawl, then build to a shout.] Your shiny future, what a joke Watch it crumble, watch it choke We'll just sit here, laugh and bleed Plant a nasty, angry seed. Yeah, a SEED! A STUPID SEED! WHAT DOES IT MEAN?! I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T CARE! JUST WANNA SCREAM! [Guitar Solo - Not technical, but noisy and full of feedback. Simple, repeated bent notes, pick scrapes, and general atonal chaos. Sounds like the guitar is being tortured.] [Chorus - Returns with desperate, shredded vocals. The band sounds like it's on the verge of completely falling apart.] WE'RE THE RED FIST! YEAH! WE DON'T CARE! EARTH'S EMPIRE! SMELL THE FEAR! WISH THAT YOU WERE NEVER HERE! NOOOOO! [Outro - Music collapses. The drums stop abruptly. The bass plays a few more plodding notes. The guitar strums the dissonant intro riff a couple more times, slower and more distorted, then devolves into a long, whining wall of feedback. A final, mumbled, barely audible word.] [Feedback wails...] Broken... [Feedback slowly fades to silence.]
