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A recorded reading of “Empire of Dirt, Concrete Cage”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
Dirt is my empire; concrete, my cage, walking these city streets, dissociated in rage. My world is ruinous, a slum of despair, a figure of darkness in this toxic air. I am the antihero, the twisted joker, a psychotic menace, a post-punk smoker. In a world of nihilism where sadness prevails, I am the Red Right Hand, the force that never fails. Death in a suit, with a sinister stride, a supernatural force, where the living can’t hide. A gothic thriller, with a taste of the dead, a zombie apocalypse, where the city is bled. This concrete cage, a brutal domain, a dissociated nightmare driving me insane. Yet even in the blackest of nights, I find a flicker of hope, a spark of light. For in this empire of dirt and decay, there lies a beauty that won't fade away. A wild freedom, an anarchy untamed, a world that’s alive, despite being maimed. Let the businessmen cling to their crumbling towers, while I roam these streets, claiming dark powers. For in horror and chaos, I carve out my way, and in the ruins of my world, I find freedom every day.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro: city hum, siren swell] [Tag 2b: stomp and shout] cut the rage [Verse 1] Dirt is my empire, cold Concrete is my cage, closed I walk these blocks half gone Toxic air inks my lungs I drag the night by the jaw I keep my shadow fed [Pre: tom lift, octave bass] I suit up like death, clean Red right hand makes terms I trade sleep for a way out I pace the edge for pay [Chorus: wide doubles, gang shouts] concrete cage, cut rage dead city feeds rage [Verse 2] I play the antihero, wired A cracked grin sparks smoke Post-punk pulse hits bone Nihil streets hum low I flip the lock on fear I set the ruin alight [Pre: tom lift, cold pad] Gothic glass bleeds blue Alley lights drink rain The living hide in plain sight The dead buy ads on walls [Chorus] concrete cage, cut rage dead city feeds rage [Bridge: drone drop, spoken] Rot. Rust. Run. Rise. Bite. Breathe. Break. Build. [Break 2b stop] [Chorus x2] concrete cage, cut rage dead city feeds rage [Outro: feedback fade, chain rattle]
Song info
Industrial post-punk x darkwave ~96 BPM, E minor; glitch kit with metal hits, fuzz bass drone, baritone gtr chugs + chorus verb, cold synth pad, spring reverb snare; verse close-mic whisper to grit, pre lift with toms and octave bass, hook wide doubles + gang shouts; structure: Intro 4b -> Tag 2b -> Verse 1 -> Pre -> Chorus -> Verse 2 -> Pre -> Chorus -> Bridge (drone drop, spoken ad-libs) -> Break 2b stop -> Final Chorus x2 -> Outro noise; motifs: chain-rattle perc, siren swell, match-strike fills; mix tape saturation, slap delay throws; chorus two-line A/A on “rage”; images concrete, active verbs, short lines, strong end words.
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