Madness has a Face
A raw female singer moves between delicate vibrato-laden verses and gritty belted choruses, occasionally erupting into ferocious screams. The track’s progressive metalcore base entwines koto melodies, tribal drumline patterns, and bluescore rhythms, crafting dynamic, ritualistic, and dark textures with ever-shifting percussion.
Madness has a Face
A raw female singer moves between delicate vibrato-laden verses and gritty belted choruses, occasionally erupting into ferocious screams. The track’s progressive metalcore base entwines koto melodies, tribal drumline patterns, and bluescore rhythms, crafting dynamic, ritualistic, and dark textures with ever-shifting percussion.
Lyrics
Intro
(Voices echo, reversed layered textures. A low, slow heartbeat.)
Stand up and face the music...
The music...
The music rises up...
like a wave
like a wave
like a monster wave
(aaaaahhh)
Verse 1 – Low, almost spoken, monotone over ambient pulses
Stand up and face the music
The music... the music rises up
Best not do it (no do)
At least not right away
Right away (no do)
Right away (no make)
Write away (no fake)
Silence beat — then whispered scream:
Just don’t...
DO IT ANYWAY
and fear grips the heart
and the music recedes
like a dying wave...
Chorus – Nightmarish, escalating tension
I smell dark colors
They bleed through walls
They smell of grief
And something worse than pain
like a wave of misery, anxiety and DEATH
it is a plague...
I feel the moonlight
Dead light, ghost bright
It plays into a zombie halo
A brim of whim
Above your silver hair
like a wave of dead light
killing, burning
freezing.
Echoing
Your silver hair...
Your silver hair...
it is an echo of long past blonde...
Verse 2 – More melodic, with eerie dissonant chords creeping in
Stand up and face the music
(The shadows lean... the shadows learn)
The music rises like a flood
Don’t do it (don’t)
Not right away
Write away (write away)
Right away (don’t fake)
But don’t—
DO IT ANYWAY
Heavier beat enters like a heartbeat of dread
Bridge – Climactic, distorted vocal layers, chaotic natural imagery
Wolves rain from the thunder
The clouds are screaming glass
Rivers choke on ashes
Mountains split like hands
The ocean folds like paper
The earth forgets its name
And in that final silence—
I do it anyway
or did I?
do you?
again!
Chorus – Slower, collapsing into itself
I smell dark colors
They rot and stain
I taste the wind
It tastes like blame
like a wave of poison
dark putrid water
it smells of rot and death
it is a zombie wharf
where drunken whaler piss...
I feel the moonlight
Crushing thin
It crowns me in
A silver sin
A silver grin
A grinning spin
a spinning wheel
of fate
... and now...
its getting late!
Outro – Whispered loop fading into noise
Stand up and face the music...
Do it anyway...
Do it anyway...
Do it anyway...
or DON'T
(cut to silence, then low rumble)