Track 9: Contempt of Court

Track 9: Contempt of Court ​[Style: Industrial Metal, Nu Metal, Spoken Word Verses, Aggressive Chorus, Male Vocals, Baritone, Theatrical, Heavy Groove] [Tempo: 100 BPM - Steady, heavy "Gavel" beat] ​[Intro] [Sound of a wooden gavel hitting a block: BANG. BANG. BANG.] [A low, distorted synth drone] [Spoken deeply, with absolute authority] (All rise.) (The Honorable... Me... presiding.) ​[Verse 1] [Bass guitar plays a menacing, creeping riff. Minimal drums.] Step into the box. Put your hand on the book. (The one that you wrote.) I want to get a good long look. You’re charged with the crime of a world in pain. You’re charged with the flood and the acid rain. You’re charged with the silence. You’re charged with the dust. You’re charged with the breaking of the sacred trust. You can plead the fifth. You can plead the insanity. But you have to answer to the whole of humanity. ​[Pre-Chorus] [Music builds with a discordant piano melody] [Vocals become jagged and shouting] Do you have a lawyer? (No.) Do you have a witness? (No.) Do you have a reason... For this sickness? ​[Chorus] [Explosive, rhythmic energy. Heavy headbanging groove.] GUILTY on the first count! GUILTY on the last! I’m burying the future and I’m burning up the past! ORDER! ORDER! I’m clearing out the hall! I’m holding you in CONTEMPT of it all! (Lock him up!) (Throw the key!) The sentence is to live... down here... with me! ​[Verse 2] [Heavy groove continues. Vocals are sneering and fast] Exhibit A: The cancer in the bone. Exhibit B: The people all alone. Exhibit C: The war and the flies. Exhibit D: The "Comfortable Lies." The jury is angry. The jury is fed up. You drank from the chalice but you poisoned the cup. Don’t look at the ceiling. Don't look at the sky. Look me in the center of the hateful eye. ​[Bridge] [Music drops to a heavy, rhythmic breathing sound] [Spoken slowly, panning left to right] You want mercy? (I don't have any.) You want grace? (I don't have any.) You want forgiveness? [Scream] ASK THE VICTIMS! ​[Guitar Solo] [A screeching, whammy-bar heavy solo that sounds like a siren wailing] ​[Chorus] [Maximum Volume - Wall of Sound] GUILTY on the first count! GUILTY on the last! I’m burying the future and I’m burning up the past! ORDER! ORDER! I’m clearing out the hall! I’m holding you in CONTEMPT of it all! (Lock him up!) (Throw the key!) The sentence is to live... down here... with me! ​[Outro] [Heavy "Gavel" beat continues: BANG... BANG... BANG...] [Spoken calmly] Case closed. Take him away. [Sound of chains dragging across the floor] [Fade to silence]