[Intro- Feedback swells into a wall of dissonant distortion. Binaural Layer 1: Left 500 Hz / Right 518 Hz. The 18 Hz Beta beat is side-chained to a rapid-fire double-kick drum, creating a physical sense of panic. A single, high-pitched shriek pierces the static.]: [Verse 1 - Fast tremolo picking using $b2$ and $b5$ intervals. Rapid-fire snare blast beats. High-register raspy vocals.]: Vomit forth the bile of a thousand failed generations! The sun is a cyst in the eye of the cosmos! I am the salt in your open, weeping wounds, A jagged blade embedded beneath a festering tooth . You say "AMEN!" but makes me gag! A reflex I learned when I choked on your flag! Hope is but, a bridge to despair! Burning behind me, as I'm led to the chair! Let's piss on the embers, Let's celebrate sin. Until Hell is so full, that no one else can get in!!!! [Chorus - Blackened Deathcore, The tempo drops into a heavy, grooving stomp. Binaural Layer 2: Left 500 Hz / Right 502 Hz. The 2 Hz throb is boosted in the sub-bass]: WE ARE LEGION! Crowned with thorns! WE ARE LEGION! We should have never been born! WE ARE LEGION! The wire hanger left a hole in our hearts, Soldiers of fortune, Just doing our fucking part---!!!! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!! [Verse 2 - Deathcore Style, Low, palm-muted "chugs" in complex, syncopated rhythms. Vocals shift to deep, wet gutturals. The 18 Hz Beta beat returns as a high-frequency "jitter" in the background.]" You’re a parasite, just like me! A fucking stain on the fabric of what the world could be! Grinding your teeth until they’re powder and lime!, Mutilating the soul before it tries to shine! There's no mercy in the code of the Just, No morals except the groans of your lust! The flesh is an engine that pounds with the sound! Of the group consensus, what I man must become! Hurt me, it's what I desire. As we celebrate suffering with one foot in the fire----!!!! [Breakdown - TThe music stops for a split second of silence. Then, the heaviest breakdown possible—triple-tracked guitars, sub-drops, and a slow, rhythmic "slam" pace. 2 Hz Pulse: MAX VOLUME. The throb is the only thing audible in the rhythmic gaps.]: [Chorus - Blackened Deathcore, TFull orchestral violence. Brass-like synth layers added for a "judgment day" atmosphere.]: WE ARE LEGION! Crowned with thorns! WE ARE LEGION! We should have never been born! WE ARE LEGION! The wire hanger left a hole in our hearts, Soldiers of fortune, Just doing our fucking part---!!!! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!! [Bridge - A dissonant, melodic lead guitar wails over a chaotic blast beat using the Locrian mode. Vocals are a manic layering of whispers and high-pitched screams.]: CRUSH. THE. WEAK. ERASE. THE. MEMORY. I AM THE VIRUS! YOU INVITED, TO THE FEAST! GOD IS DEAD! AND I’M WEARING HIS SKIN! HEAVENS. CLOSED. NO ONE'S EVER. GETTING IN! NOTHINGNESS! A QUIET GRAVE!! GOODNESS DIES!!, WHEN FREEDOM!!, FADES!!, AWAY!!! [Solo - A fast, shred-heavy solo utilizing "outside" playing and microtonal bends to induce auditory vertigo. The guitars panned hard left and right fight against the static center frequency. ]: [Outro - The tempo slows down progressively with every line, "winding down" like a dying machine. The 18 Hz and 2 Hz binaural beats begin to clash, creating a chaotic "interference pattern. ]: Become a monster! JUST LIKE ME!!! It's what the people want to see!!! LEGION!!! The Dark allure! Inverted faith, SO VILE AND PURE!!! LEGION!!! We are one! Make God sick with what, You've, BECOME!!!!!!!! [end - Everything cuts to a dead stop except for the 500/502 Hz throb. A final, distant sound of a hammer cocking on a firearm fades into the rhythmic pulse for 10 seconds before total silence.]:
