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Tempo: 92 BPM
Section bar counts: Intro (8 bars), Verse 1 (16), Pre-Chorus (8), Chorus (16), Verse 2 (16), Bridge (8), Outro (8).
Production Cues: DRUMS = tribal groove with aggressive snare hits; Double-kick bursts in the chorus. BASS = Overdriven and Saturated. GTR1 = tight, palm-muted riffs (Nu-Metal foundation). GTR2 = sustained, dissonant chords. VOCALS = heavy saturation to amplify rasp and grit. HV = rough, shouted layers (non-pitched, aggressive texture).
Vocal Performance Directions: Strictly female vocals. No belting or screaming. Power conveyed through strained effort, rasp, crackle, and maximal rhythmic push. Intentional cracks, breathy fray, and pushed chest voice textures. Harmony Vocals rough and shouted for texture.
{Intro} (Pushed whisper / vocal fry. Low, rhythmic, tight and raw.)
How do you bury yesterday, when the ghosts keep clawing in? You slipped through my fingers like sand in the crashing tide. And now I'm left with the silence... and the ache I cannot hide. (let line crack at the end) The truth is difficult to admit... that authenticity is dangerous. To become the person you want... you must DESTROY the person you are. (Low saturated growl / grunt—voice tight from effort)
{Verse 1} (Rhythmic recitation, rough attack. Fast pacing, simulated effort.)
Be like water — adapt and overcome, I said. Water slides past the rock, it never fights — it bends instead. It finds another seam, it slips behind the stone, (intentional crack on "stone") And over years, it hollows out the hardest, sharpest bone. Life throws obstacles; resistance will be defeated. Learn to change your angle, never let the current cheat it. Motivation's a spark — it flares, then it can fade. Discipline's the oven that keeps the iron blade. I won't wait on inspiration; I'm choosing to build. To become the person I want, I have to leave the field. (end phrase with rasp)
{Pre-Chorus} (Strained mid-register push—push for volume and accept crackle/breathiness. HV layers thicken the panic.)
But I live in terror that they only love the mask. (crack on "mask") The version of me that's not me, performing every task. I built that persona only to survive the day. (let the last syllable fray) Because the truth is messy — and truth makes people stray. (intentional pitch wobble on "stray") The mask is calm, the mask is charming, always says, "I'm fine." But deep inside, the panic spirals, crossing every line. (crack/rasp on last syllable)
{Chorus} (Maximal effort—pushed chest voice with rasp. HV layers are shouted and rough. Aim for texture, not pitch purity. AVOID BELTING/SCREAMING.)
How do you heal what still bleeds, when the ache rises like a TIDE? (HV: add shout) How do you walk through endless dusk, with nowhere left to HIDE? (HV: add shout) You didn't just hurt me, you taught me how to FLINCH. (Shouted/Layered HV—abrasive texture) You made me measure laughter, in a never ending cinch. I am NOT OKAY, and I haven't forgotten the pain. (Attack this lineWith
