The Black God: The Blacker Nature of Our Hearts

[Intro: blissful harp melody over soft strings and distant woodwinds, gentle major shimmer] The light holds still above the bend Where two pale tracks refuse to end [Rapid devolve: harp fractures into dissonant clusters, early noise wall of scraped brass and reverse-gated strings, bass laughs in low-register stutters] The air turns sideways when the step is stayed A second dust that will not settle, paid [Verse 1: uneasy slightly dissonant melody in minor, jazz-tuned guitar voicings under djent pulse, building tension] I stand where the measure of the road is wrong The one I carry and the one not long The woods do not inquire what was left They only keep the silence of the kept -what was kept- Each root a ledger none will ever close Each shadow a receipt the traveler owes [Pre-chorus: harmonic minor riff flourishes, outside notes bleeding, djent drums lock then slip] The path I do not take still weighs the bone It names the one who turns and walks alone [Chorus: praise gang vocal choral sync, extreme overtones and undertones, massive stacked voices] (Carry what the fork refuses to name) (Carry what the dust will not reclaim) (The law is the step that never arrives) (The law is the weight that keeps us alive) [Verse 2: vocals begin chaotic register and gender switches, deepening, bass-filled, strings and brass cluster] The machine in the ribs begins to laugh A low electric that will not be half It grinds the choice into a single tone That only the unchosen can atone -atone- I measure the night by what I decline And find the woods have already declined [Breakdown: intentional outside playing into massive disharmonic minor 9th over sustained chord note, undertone melody, djent drums summoned into full disharmony] The interval splits the note from its name The second that is not the second remains A ninth that does not resolve, only presses Until the chord itself begins to confess [Sudden harmonic offramp: release into clean major harp and woodwind, then immediate return of tension] For one held breath the air is almost even Then the bass returns and nothing is forgiven [Bridge: wild vocal chaos, high to deep bass across gender and register, full orchestra and djent collision] What I refuse is still a form of stay What I refuse is still a form of pay The burden is the road that does not split The burden is the one who will not quit -will not quit- [Final chorus: full noise wall under praise choral, extreme tension, polyrhythmic Djenthuggah drums, all forces] (Carry what the fork refuses to name) (Carry what the dust will not reclaim) (The law is the step that never arrives) (The law is the weight that keeps us alive) -keeps us alive- [Outro: residual drone of minor 9th undertone, harp fragments, final bass laugh, sudden cut] The light holds still above the bend Where two pale tracks refuse to end