Track 3: The Absentee Father

Track 3: The Absentee Father ​[Style: Industrial Metal, Slow Groove, Nu Metal, Heavy Bass, Baritone, Sneering, Male Vocals] [Tempo: 95 BPM - Heavy, swinging stomp] ​[Intro] [Sound of a music box playing a distorted, out-of-tune lullaby] [A massive, sludge-like guitar riff crashes in on the downbeat] [Whispered, panning left to right] (Hush little baby...) (Don't you cry...) (Daddy's gone...) (And he's not coming back.) ​[Verse 1] [Bass-driven verse. Vocals are rhythmic, breathy, and close to the mic] He left the keys in the door and the stove on high. He left the children in the dirt to wither and die. He said he loved you with a love that was "tough" and "deep." But he was only interested in the things he could keep. (The souls.) (The gold.) He’s a deadbeat dad with a galaxy complex. Using your trauma for his special effects. ​[Pre-Chorus] [Guitars drop out. Only drums and a vibrating synth bass] [Vocals become a sharp, rhythmic chant] Did he answer the phone? (No.) Did he throw you a bone? (No.) Did he leave you alone? [Scream] IN THE DARK? ​[Chorus] [Explosive, heavy chugging guitars. Anthemic and catchy] CRY for the Father! DIE for the ghost! He’s the one who hurt you the MOST! He went out for glory and he never came back! Left you in the garden with the snake in the sack! (Poor little orphans!) (Poor little sheep!) I’m the only promise that he couldn't keep! ​[Verse 2] [Groove returns. Vocals are snide and melodic] He built a flood just to wash away his own mistake. How much "tough love" are you willing to take? He demands the praise while he's hiding his face. It’s a classic case of a "fall from grace." I’m here to tell you that the custody is mine. I’m turning all the water into turpentine. ​[Bridge] [Music stops abruptly. Sound of a heavy leather belt cracking] [Deep, growling voice - very slow] He didn't spare the rod. He didn't spare the child. He didn't spare the son. [Building into a high-pitched, nasal shriek] SO WHY SHOULD I SPARE YOU?! ​[Guitar Solo] [A dirty, blues-inspired industrial solo with heavy wah-pedal effects] ​[Chorus] [Maximum Volume - Wall of Sound] CRY for the Father! DIE for the ghost! He’s the one who hurt you the MOST! He went out for glory and he never came back! Left you in the garden with the snake in the sack! (Poor little orphans!) (Poor little sheep!) I’m the only promise that he couldn't keep! ​[Outro] [Heavy feedback and distortion loops] [Melodic, creepy singing - almost mocking/childlike] Daddy's home. Daddy's home. (But it's not the one you wanted.) [Low, mechanical laughter that distorts into static]