How Many Times Do I Have to Say Goodbye

(Feedback squeals for twenty seconds before a massive, distorted bass line enters. The drums hit like a sledgehammer hitting a wet concrete floor—slow, resonant, and punishing.)

(Vocals are a guttural, throat-tearing rasp)

The air is... lead...

I’m breathing in the rust.

Every promise we ever made

Is settling into the dust.

I watch the clock, but the hands don’t move,

They’re rusted to the bone.

I’m screaming in a crowded room,

But I’ve never been more... alone.

(Guitars open up into a wall of fuzz; the sound is suffocating)

HOW MANY TIMES...

DO I HAVE TO SAY GOODBYE?

Before the dirt fills up my mouth?

Before the well runs dry?

It’s a long... slow... crawl...

To the bottom of the pit.

I’m sick of the cycle,

I’m fucking... sick of it.

(Drums drop out, leaving only a low, vibrating drone and a clean, eerie guitar melody)

Your shadow’s burned into the wall,

A permanent stain of regret.

I’m trying to cut the anchor loose,

But I haven't survived you yet.

(Drums explode back in with a sudden crash)

The floorboards are rotting!

The ceiling is caving in!

I can’t tell where your lies end...

And where my... hate... begins!

(Tempo slows down even further. Every beat feels like an eternity.)

Leave.

Stay.

Rot.

Decay.

(Repeat 4x, building into a manic, feedback-drenched scream)

JUST GO!

(The riff becomes a repetitive, hypnotic stomp. The vocalist sounds like they are physically collapsing.)

How many times...

How many times...

Say it again...

Say it until...

There’s nothing...

Left...

To...

Kill