Even If You think You’re right [Deathtrip Dynamic] (Remastered)

[Soul-crushing deathcore with grime-soaked groove and filth undercurrent, ], [Drop-A 7-string guitar walls with rapid tremolo riffs and bludgeoning palm-muted chug breakdowns, ], [Thuddy booming bass locked to kick with its own front-seat low-end voice, ], [Blistering blastbeats shifting into punishing half-time breakdown stomps, ], [Chameleonic vocals swinging from sewer-dredged gutturals to piercing unhinged screams, ], [Hypnotic heavy vengeance bordering thrash intricacy and beatdown deathcore intimacy, ], [Tight compressed punchy modern production with live detonation energy, ], [Mountain-shattering breakdowns with ritualistic punishment and catastrophic half-time riffs, ], [Nu-metal groove undercurrent through extreme deathcore ferocity, ], [Unfiltered furious apocalyptic energy with no mercy or restraint, ], [Dense stacked low-end with surgical high-gain pick attack and massive body impact, ], [Ravenous stalking predator energy throughout, ], [Soul Crushing Smokey low keyd Hammond B3, ]

V5.5

[Verse 1 – 0:18 – 0:50 | Drop-tuned slam riff | Blastbeat barrage | Vocals: low controlled guttural]
You built your case on the bones of what you misread,
Every verdict stacked on lies you chose to call truth instead.
You measured me against the wreckage that you made,
And called it evidence — (WRONG!)
You called it righteousness — (WRONG!)
You carved my sentence into stone before the crime,
And sentenced me to something I was not — on your time.

[Breakdown I – 0:50 – 1:20 | Sludge slam | Hammering kick patterns | Vocals: guttural lows layered with piercing highs]
EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT—
(YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!)
EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT—
(YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!)
Everything you burned became a wall — (BITCH!)
Everything you salted fed the ground — (WRONG!)
I didn't fall beneath your verdict — I grew through it!

[Verse 2 – 1:20 – 1:50 | Grinding chug riff | Spit-snarl midrange delivery]
You logged my failures like a ledger you could live in,
Counted every scar like interest owed to you for giving.
Every wound you named was never mine to keep — (WRONG!)
You planted rot and called it seed.
Every righteous lie you sold yourself for cheap — (DEAD WRONG!)
I watched you mistake my silence for defeat.
My silence was the sound of something underneath — (FUCK!)
Something you could never — touch — reach — bleed.

[Breakdown II – 1:50 – 2:20 | Half-time earth-collapsing slam | Vocals: alternating gutturals and cold declarative yells]
EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT—
(YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!)
EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT—
(YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!)
Your verdict was a gravestone for a man who didn't die — (WRONG!)
Your righteousness was gasoline — I was the fire — (WRONG!)
DEAD — WRONG!

[Bridge – 2:20 – 2:50 | Feedback-drenched dissonance | Drums stutter like a dying pulse | Vocals: cold whisper → commanding roar]
You can sleep clean with what you did.
You can keep your justified narrative.
You can stand before whatever witnesses you need — (BUT!)
None of it changes what I am.
None of it changes what you couldn't break. (CUNT!)
None of it changes the only thing that matters—
(YOU WERE WRONG.)

[Final Breakdown – 2:50 – End | Cataclysmic slow slam | Vocals: monstrous stacked gutturals, crowd-like snarls, whispered overlays]
EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT—
(YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!)
EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT—
(YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!)
DEAD — WRONG—
DEAD — WRONG—
YOU — WERE — DEAD — WRONG!
(And you'll never stop knowing it!)
EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT—
EVEN IF THE WHOLE WORLD AGREED—
EVEN IF GOD HIMSELF SIGNED OFF—
(YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!)
DEAD — WRONG!

[Outro | Feedback decay | Low rumble | Final whisper]
Even if you think you were right~
(Dead wrong~)
Even if you still do~
(Dead wrong~)
[Feedback collapses into silence]

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[Intro – 0:00 – 0:18 | Glass shatters | Chains drag | Feedback rises into blastbeat detonation | Vocals: cold whisper → guttural roar] YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE RIGHT— (YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!) EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT— (YOU'RE. (DEAD!!) DEAD FUCKING WRONG!) [Verse 1 – 0:18 – 0:50 | Drop-tuned slam riff | Blastbeat barrage | Vocals: low controlled guttural] You built your case on the bones of what you misread, Every verdict stacked on lies you chose to call truth instead. You measured me against the wreckage that you made, And called it evidence — (WRONG!) You called it righteousness — (WRONG!) You carved my sentence into stone before the crime, And sentenced me to something I was not — on your time. [Breakdown I – 0:50 – 1:20 | Sludge slam | Hammering kick patterns | Vocals: guttural lows layered with piercing highs] EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT— (YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!) EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT— (YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!) Everything you burned became a wall — (BITCH!) Everything you salted fed the ground — (WRONG!) I didn't fall beneath your verdict — I grew through it! [Verse 2 – 1:20 – 1:50 | Grinding chug riff | Spit-snarl midrange delivery] You logged my failures like a ledger you could live in, Counted every scar like interest owed to you for giving. Every wound you named was never mine to keep — (WRONG!) You planted rot and called it seed. Every righteous lie you sold yourself for cheap — (DEAD WRONG!) I watched you mistake my silence for defeat. My silence was the sound of something underneath — (FUCK!) Something you could never — touch — reach — bleed. [Breakdown II – 1:50 – 2:20 | Half-time earth-collapsing slam | Vocals: alternating gutturals and cold declarative yells] EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT— (YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!) EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT— (YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!) Your verdict was a gravestone for a man who didn't die — (WRONG!) Your righteousness was gasoline — I was the fire — (WRONG!) DEAD — WRONG! [Bridge – 2:20 – 2:50 | Feedback-drenched dissonance | Drums stutter like a dying pulse | Vocals: cold whisper → commanding roar] You can sleep clean with what you did. You can keep your justified narrative. You can stand before whatever witnesses you need — (BUT!) None of it changes what I am. None of it changes what you couldn't break. (CUNT!) None of it changes the only thing that matters— (YOU WERE WRONG.) [Final Breakdown – 2:50 – End | Cataclysmic slow slam | Vocals: monstrous stacked gutturals, crowd-like snarls, whispered overlays] EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT— (YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!) EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT— (YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!) DEAD — WRONG— DEAD — WRONG— YOU — WERE — DEAD — WRONG! (And you'll never stop knowing it!) EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU WERE RIGHT— EVEN IF THE WHOLE WORLD AGREED— EVEN IF GOD HIMSELF SIGNED OFF— (YOU'RE DEAD WRONG!) DEAD — WRONG! [Outro | Feedback decay | Low rumble | Final whisper] Even if you think you were right~ (Dead wrong~) Even if you still do~ (Dead wrong~) [Feedback collapses into silence]

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