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[Verse 1] The past.. a cage.. no.. mouth of iron, cold, I bite it back.. it bites.. I do as told. Knots in the bone.. no, deeper.. in the breath, They bloom, they choke.. they hum of little deaths. [Verse 2] (Building tension) This body.. wrong.. too tight.. too full of seams, It leaks in thought.. it stutters into dreams. I pull.. it splits.. not pain.. not clean.. not right, Something beneath keeps pressing into sight. [Chorus] (Intense, heavy distortion, raw emotion) The shadows talk.. or I do.. hard to tell, They wear me out.. they wear me in as well. They learn my voice.. then twist it when they speak, They sound like me.. but crushed, compressed, oblique. [Verse 3] (Tempo slows down, creeping bassline) The people blur.. reduced to shape and trait, I press.. they fold.. it happens without weight. Resistance flickers.. brief.. then out of sight, They end as soon as ending feels right. [Bridge] (Aggressive build-up, chaotic elements) No heaven set.. no hell to hold me still, No final shape.. no single, steady will. No god.. no, wait.. that word feels wrong to tell, Just fitting wrong.. that fits me far too well. [Instrumental Break] (Dissonant dark synth and heavy guitars fading to a drone) [Outro] (Music cuts out, leaving a hollow atmospheric sound) (Spoken word turning into a desperate whisper) A voiceless scream that suffocates within, It echoes through my chest beneath the skin. A twisted shape crawls down my spine to see, And whispers, "It is time... accept me. (make cover art 2:3. big text: Mouth of Iron. in dark cinematic pop, industrial trip-hop vibe.)

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