The intro's thin noise is replaced by a very tight grid: guitars, drums, and low body arrive as one locked surface.

The voice enters with a hard, grained edge, pushed forward but still riding the same rigid pulse.

A longer screamed tone holds above the band; the mix stays crowded, but that upper grain cuts a clear line through it.

The riff starts biting in shorter blocks, so the body is still captured, but it has to brace against the stops.

The surface drops into heavier chugs here, with more space between attacks and a thicker floor under each hit.

Those bent guitar tones ring longer than the strikes around them, briefly stretching the otherwise mechanical motion.

The riffing tightens into a faster runway; the weight is not just loudness, it is repetition pressing forward.

When the voice returns, the low floor feels thicker beneath it, so the vocal edge rides on more body than before.

The voice pulls away, and the guitars keep the wall standing for a moment without a new lead on top.

The motor finally lets go into decay, then silence takes the last bit of room tone.