Track 8: The Shearing

Track 8: The Shearing ​[Style: Industrial Metal, Groove Metal, Rhythmic, Chugging, Male Vocals, Baritone, Sneering, Aggressive] [Tempo: 110 BPM - Heavy, repetitive "factory" groove] ​[Intro] [Sound of a metallic gate sliding open] [A rhythmic, distorted bleating sound that turns into a synth pulse] [Heavy, chugging guitars lock in with the drums: CHUG-CHUG... CHUG-CHUG...] [Spoken dryly] (Single file.) (Don't push.) ​[Verse 1] [Bass-driven verse. Vocals are rhythmic and percussive] You love the fence. You love the wall. You love the voice inside the hall. You want a leash. You want a rope. You want a brand-new kind of dope. Walking in a circle, nose to the tail. Waiting for the holy wind in the sail. You’re scared of the wolf, you’re scared of the night. But you’re walking to the blade in the broad daylight. ​[Pre-Chorus] [Guitars drop out. Only a heavy kick drum and a high-pitched whine] [Vocals become a whisper] The wool is heavy. The wool is hot. I’ll take everything... That you’ve got. ​[Chorus] [Explosive, grinding chorus. Very heavy.] GET in line for the SHEARING! Stop your shaking and your fearing! The Shepherd is gone! The Butcher is here! I’m whispering the truth in your fuzzy little ear! (Cut it off!) (Cut it off!) I’m stripping you down to the shivering skin! Let the real work... finally begin! ​[Verse 2] [Groove returns. Vocals are smooth and condescending] At least I’m honest. At least I’m real. I don’t pretend I don't want a meal. He promised you a pasture green and wide. I promise you a place on the losing side. Ba-ba-black sheep, have you any soul? No sir, no sir, I gave up control. I traded my brain for a comfortable stall. And now I’m just waiting for the hammer to fall. ​[Bridge] [Music slows down to a grinding halt] [Sound of electric clippers buzzing loudly] [Spoken very close to the mic] Hold still. This won't hurt... Me. [Maniacal laughter] NEXT! ​[Guitar Solo] [A chaotic, squealing solo that mimics the sound of machinery and screams] ​[Chorus] [Maximum Volume - Wall of Sound] GET in line for the SHEARING! Stop your shaking and your fearing! The Shepherd is gone! The Butcher is here! I’m whispering the truth in your fuzzy little ear! (Cut it off!) (Cut it off!) I’m stripping you down to the shivering skin! Let the real work... finally begin! ​[Outro] [Heavy chugging continues] [Spoken calmly over the noise] Nice and clean. Nice and cold. [Sound of a heavy metal door slamming shut] [Silence]