Short breath in, then it hits hard.

There—drums and guitars lock fast and exact. Rough on the surface, but they don't drift.

Voice is in. He's been trying to match, and it isn't working.

Still that same hard riff while he gets into damage, denial, running from institutions.

I owe myself life—and the band doesn't get softer under it.

Anger is the working material now. He's fighting for light inside this form.

Cage language, betray your child—still riding that steady riff.

Now it compresses to three words: anger, lies, denial.

Same speed, but it sits lower—more weight under the guitars. The anger sounds shared now, not just personal.

The wolf is your master.

Sky comes into the lyric—the sky is all over me.

Hear that low weight come back under the beat.

I run on time.

The front of the sound thins a little. Riff's still running, just less sealed.

And it cuts out. No soft landing—just gone.