A lone synth pulse sets the pace, quick and even, already locked into its stride.

Distorted guitars and drums arrive together, and the thin opening turns into a wide, driving band.

The voice enters close and dry, hitting each line hard against the guitars.

The band eases off, and the voice comes up cleaner — closer, clearer, over a lighter frame.

The voice leans back in, and the drums fill out behind it.

The first big lift — stacked guitars, the voice opening wide over the top.

It pulls back in — leaner, punchier, the voice riding a cleaner groove.

Now it climbs — guitars gathering weight, the voice pressing harder.

The sound opens to full width — a wall of guitars, drums driving everything forward.

The body settles deep in the pocket — the drive easing into its own stride.

The voice stretches into one long, unbroken line while the floor firms up beneath it.

The stride hasn't blinked — the same quick grid, the whole band sitting deep inside it.

Pressure climbs again — the voice digs in harder, the sound gathering behind it.

The full wall returns — guitars stacked edge to edge, the voice driving flat out over the top.

A last chord holds and rings, voices stacked on top of it.

Then everything cuts at once — the band stops dead, and only ringing synth tails remain.

The synth pulse fades out alone — the same sound that started it.