Track 4: The Wasted Blood

Track 4: The Wasted Blood ​[Style: Industrial Doom, Sludge Metal, Male Vocals, Baritone, Heavy Distortion, Slow & Heavy, Anthemic Chorus] [Tempo: 80 BPM - Slow, crushing, plodding beat] ​[Intro] [Sound of liquid dripping rhythmically onto metal: Drip. Drip. Drip.] [A low, groaning synth bass fades in] [Heavy, distorted guitar chords strike on the one: DA-DA... DA-DA...] [Whispered, deep and dry] (So much red.) (For so little green.) ​[Verse 1] [Bass-heavy, minimal drums. Vocals are slow and deliberate] You hung it all up on a couple of nails. A dramatic conclusion to a fairytale. You thought if you bled, they would finally see. But they only wanted the spectacle... for free. (For free.) (For free.) You poured out the vintage onto the floor. And they just stood there demanding some more. A public display of a private defeat. Dying for the people who are just... dead meat. ​[Pre-Chorus] [Tempo picks up slightly. Snare hits become harder] [Vocals become jagged and sneering] It was a bad investment. It was a foolish trade. Look at the mess. That the "Savior" made. ​[Chorus] [Maximum Volume - Slow, dragging, epic melody] LOOK at the wasted blood! LOOK at the wasted pain! Washing the gutter with the holy rain! You paid the price but you didn't get the prize! (Open your eyes!) (Open your eyes!) Martyrdom is a joke that isn't funny! I would have kept the life... and taken the money! ​[Verse 2] [Heavy plodding beat returns. Vocals are mocking] They dipped their fingers in the open side. Then they went home to their secrets and lied. They didn't change a thing, they didn't change a heart. They just tore the "temple" all apart. I’m standing here with my veins shut tight. I’m keeping my power in the middle of the night. Self-sacrifice is a sucker's game. I’m the only one who doesn't know your name. ​[Bridge] [Music drops to just the dripping sound and a heartbeat kick drum] [Spoken calmly, almost like a teacher scolding a child] You gave them everything. And they gave you vinegar. (Distorted laugh) I would have given them... FIRE. ​[Guitar Solo] [Slow, wailing, bluesy solo that sounds like it's crying/screaming] ​[Chorus] [Maximum Volume - Wall of Sound] LOOK at the wasted blood! LOOK at the wasted pain! Washing the gutter with the holy rain! You paid the price but you didn't get the prize! (Open your eyes!) (Open your eyes!) Martyrdom is a joke that isn't funny! I would have kept the life... and taken the money! ​[Outro] [The music slows down until it stops] [Sound of a cash register opening "Cha-ching"] [Whispered] No refund. [Silence]