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THEY FEAST WHILE WE BLEED

THEY FEAST WHILE WE BLEED

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Create a dark, oppressive groove/industrial metal track in Drop F# tuning at 98 BPM. Atmosphere: Low, suffocating, cinematic, industrial. No brightness. No uplifting tone. Sound like a collapsing city at night. MIX INSTRUCTIONS: Emphasize low frequencies. Reduce high guitar presence. No bright lead guitar melodies. Avoid shimmering or sparkling tones. Guitars should be thick, low, and muted. Minimal high-end shimmer. Dark reverb, not glossy reverb. DYNAMICS: Start minimal and tense. Gradually build weight. Use space and silence between hits. Massive breakdown with sudden drop in instrumentation. Final section should feel crushing, not uplifting. VOCALS: Deep guttural growls. Harsh distorted screams. No clean melodic chorus. Voice should sit low in the mix, not soaring. Style: extreme groove metal / industrial metal / doom-djent hybrid. No modern metalcore brightness. No arena-rock energy. Make it heavy. Make it suffocating. Make it dangerous.
Tasia NicholeMar 2, 2026
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“THEY FEAST WHILE WE BLEED” (Drop F or Drop G. 100 BPM. Massive. Furious.) Verse 1 They build their towers from borrowed bone Laugh while the rivers choke Sell us poison wrapped in gold Then call the fallout hope They gamble with the atmosphere Breathe profit into flame Strip the marrow from the earth And never sign their name They don’t lift the wreckage They don’t scrub the stain They outsource all the dying But privatize the gain Pre-Chorus They call it freedom They call it fun But someone else Always pays the sum Chorus They feast while we bleed They play while we drown They poison the sky Then purchase the crown They don’t carry weight They don’t dig graves They burn through time And call us slaves Verse 2 They monetize addiction They glamorize decay Turn trauma into spectacle And sell it back as play They don’t build the future They don’t plant the seed They harvest desperation Then disappear at need They never clean the ocean They never heal the land They just keep printing pleasure On someone else’s hand Breakdown (Low, brutal) Green on the surface Rot underneath Luxury hunger Luxury teeth You don’t get to gamble With breath and sun You don’t get to ravage And call it fun Bridge (Slower, massive atmosphere) We are the ones who carry We are the ones who mend We are the ones who bury What you won’t defend You don’t appreciate The cost of every breath You just consume the present And invoice us the death Final Chorus (Huge, defiant) We won’t die for your games We won’t drown in your waste We won’t bleed intelligence For your toxic taste If you won’t clean the damage If you won’t face the scar We will build without you We don’t need who you are