A single clean guitar ticks over and over — a bright, metallic figure circling in an empty room.

Low weight gathers underneath — the bright figure isn't alone anymore, a dark floor is filling in below it.

The whole band lands at once — distorted guitars swallow the bright figure, and the drums go straight to a driving sprint.

A voice enters — harsh, dry, pressed flat against the guitars, its syllables riding the fast pulse.

Thin, piercing high notes needle through the wall now, and the voice pushes harder underneath them.

After a leaner stretch, the voice comes back coarser and thrown harder, over a beat that just keeps driving.

It opens — the pressure lets go all at once, the guitars thin back, and a few breaths of space appear.

Then the tempo drops — the riff lands in slow, enormous steps, wide spaces between the hits.

The voice turns clean — layered lines now, held long, ringing over the slow grind.

The last voice holds its line, then steps out — from here to the end, only instruments.

Another turn: the pattern keeps breaking and re-forming in shorter blocks, the ground shifting under the drive.

The pressure finally drops away — the wall lets go into a long, slow ring.

Almost nothing now — a faint shimmer where the wall was, thinning into silence.