Distorted guitar comes in clipped and already moving.

Drums join right away and lock that riff into a quick steady beat.

Hear the guitar phrase lift a little at the top while the low end stays plain and firm.

Voice enters close and dry, pushing through the band instead of sitting above it.

The band kicks a little harder here, still on the same riff, getting ready to open up.

It aches in every bone, and the guitars keep scraping the same midrange figure under it.

I'll die alone, but not for you. No drop around that line. The track just keeps walking.

If you want me, hold me back. He's leaning out more while the drums and guitars stay locked.

Chorus. Frail, the skin is dry and pale. Melody gets wider, but the rhythm keeps that same hard stride.

Clip the wings that get you high, and the guitars stay blunt and clipped right with the words.

It resets straight into the next verse. Band stays right on his heels, not much air around the line.

Sit by the fire sounds warmer on paper, but the guitars are still all distortion.

I'll die alone, but not for pleasure. Same plain force in the voice.

I see my heart explode. Band answers by staying compact underneath.

Chorus back again. Same frail skin lines, only now they've already been worn in for a couple minutes.

He goes right back through the chorus again. Drums holding count, guitars still pushing that grain forward.

After that tag, nothing really empties out. Riff and drums just keep the same hard stride going.

Late stretch now. Same figures coming around again, only tighter and more boxed-in.

Chorus hits one more time. Frail skin, clipped wings, death of me, still ground into one motion.

Last line lands, then the pattern just cuts. No long fade. It's gone.