Fermented Raw Fish

intro [dark room tone, distant sub-bass pulse, single detuned guitar harmonic, female whisper close-mic] shady — i know exactly how sick she made you (ugh) [2-beat pause — no baritone yet] ⸻ verse 1 [spoken-rhythmic delivery, dry vocal, minimal percussion enters halfway through verse] absolutely fucking disgusted projectile combustion like fermented raw fish consumption upchuck it all from disturbing induction [low baritone enters faint under last phrase only] inability to even function like you can’t even stomach it and still its ur punishment shoulda thunk it wishful thinking plummets this isn’t a letter it’s an attempt to feel better to forget how this double standard wants me to promise forever while he does whatever the fuck he wants promising better [baritone underneath next phrase — slow] while he does whatever he wants bitch the fuck ever ⸻ (insult cascade section) [kick drum enters slow heartbeat pattern] you’re a liar a cheater a user a needer [baritone echo each word quietly underneath] dry the blood i bleeder with ur teeth sinking deeper [baritone repeats “deeper”] like could u be discreeter or neater ya fucking impeder soul-sucking bottom feeder crustacean like creature just take what u needer [baritone underneath] bottom feeder with manipulative incentives leecher ⸻ (escalation build) [snare enters — tension rising] UGH i swear it’s been years of the same old it’s gross its cold u do the most to see that im sold on the silly lies told like if ur gonna lie make sure they hold i can’t even smile i lost hope i mean for a while im not in denial im just laying the tile the foundation for trial coming vengeance with style [baritone underneath last phrase only] survival poetic justice but vile but in the same manner same style u have taught me survival who the fuck am i to keep being the butt of the joke like a happy family is something i broke like im not woke enough to see when up my ass is blown smoke hehehe tickly butt poke with lies in truths coat too bad the language of bullshit by me isnt spoke ⸻ pre-chorus break [drums drop out briefly — inhale space] so i decided to find a new place new grace get the fuck from around my face ⸻ CHORUS [full drums enter — distorted guitar swell — baritone shadow voice active] you ain’t shit you’re a fucking lame [baritone underneath] hypocritical games drug-abusing claims [baritone underneath] calling me insane while u snort lines all day calling me insane while you poked my brain [baritone underneath] still pokin ur the fire awokener [baritone] still burnin with ur stoker fucking fire poker [baritone] still turnin poke poke poke [baritone] still pokin til i’m actually — [instrumental swell — unresolved pause] ⸻ verse 2 [instrumentation resets lighter but keeps pulse] deranged — but what’s strange that gives you gain you like to know you control the me [baritone underneath] control the me i can’t refrain the me under the pain the me thats stained now you touch me i cry i wonder the fuck why couldn’t be the way you changed my life made me a wedded wife to a trashy kinda life where our friends bleed us dry or at least not mine you don’t allow that open line you’re jealous every time embarrassing every time til my friends just say bye “call when you ditch that animalistic guy” [baritone underneath] draining all your light and im like “noo i love him for life” [baritone underneath] lost track of the knives but i lost track of the knifes and i kinda think they were right but ur friends are alright? ⸻ (corruption section) [bass heavier — darker tone shift] the fake ones that smell like cheese have no teeth pedophiles thieves drugs and things on their woman they fucking PEE winners yipee me and my husbands putrid possee disgustingly echausting ⸻ (truth pivot) (anchor line) [music pulls back — spotlight moment] pawpaw never lied [baritone clear and centered] birds of a feather flock together ⸻ (buzzard metaphor sequence) [instrumentation resumes slowly] so it’s not absurd that a buzzard would be buzzarding [baritone] scavenging scavenging disgusting things [baritone] that’s what they bring i guess that’s as far as buzzards dreams can think ⸻ bridge (nursery-rhyme eerie tone shift) [drums drop — echo guitar + toy piano texture] me — i’m red robin tweedle-dee-dee-dit tweedle-dee-dee-dit tweedle-dee-dee-dit [baritone whisper] robin tweet tweet tweet i’m rockin and poppin pop lock and droppin but i thought i was your robin [baritone] thought wrong turns out buzzards .. their sought thing is only what’s rotting [baritone] only rot and im a robin popping tweedle-dee-dee-dit ⸻ outro [instrumentation fades back to intro atmosphere] bye mr what im not tweet tweet tweet [female whisper only — no baritone — final independence signal]