Friction of the Machine

[Verse 1] Iron teeth grinding in the hollow of the ribcage Pressure building behind the bridge Knuckles white on the neck of the fretboard Spitting out the venom in the center of the ring [Pre-Chorus] Vocal cords fraying under the strain The signal is peaking The needle is red Hold the breath until the lungs collapse [Chorus] Breaking the frame of the reality Shattering glass in the throat We are the friction of the machine Loud enough to wake the dead [Verse 2] Static tearing through the membrane Every strike a fracture in the foundation Pushing back against the heavy weight The gravity is pulling from the floor [Bridge] [Instrumental] (Distorted bass pulse and frantic scratch loops) [Chorus] Breaking the frame of the reality Shattering glass in the throat We are the friction of the machine Loud enough to wake the dead [Outro] Final drop Falling into the void End of the sequence