Basilisk / Inherit the Tragedy

Inherit the Tragedy

[Intro]
AAAAAAHH!

[Verse 1]
Waking up, fists clenched, another cycle in the grind
Pulse is thundering, nerves ablaze — I’m always just behind
Laughing jaws, biting cold, spit on everything I build
Fractured teeth, gnawing doubt, promises always unfulfilled

[Pre-chorus]
Don’t tell me it’s nothing
Don’t talk down my rage
Each second’s a cage door
About to break off the hinge

[Chorus]
Lost in this spiral! (spiral!)
Can’t find my silence, can’t choke down the bile
Trapped in this spiral! (spiral!)
Bare-knuckle trial, relentless spiral
CANNOT DENY — I…

[Verse 2]
Hunted by my habits, rabid routine lights the fuse
This cycle’s sharpened steel, next break I’ll just refuse
Another day, another shot, chewing copper ever bitter
Crushing the gears, sweat, spit — I’m always the quitter

[Pre-chorus]
Breakdown on repeat
No edges left to grind
Lines blurred, teeth grit
Nowhere safe in my mind

[Chorus]
Lost in this spiral! (spiral!)
Can’t find my silence, can’t choke down the bile
Trapped in this spiral! (spiral!)
Bare-knuckle trial, relentless spiral
CANNOT DENY — I…

[Rap]
Fast like a bullet, I scatter and spin
Spitting my venom through holes in my skin
History’s blisters, they burst on my tongue
Gnawing at iron, my will coming undone
Guttural riot, the pace never slows
Gripping for mercy where nothing will grow
Yelling and silent, I’m split by the grind
Machine-gun heartbeat, can’t filter my mind

[Chorus]
Lost in this spiral! (spiral!)
Can’t find my silence, can’t choke down the bile
Trapped in this spiral! (spiral!)
Bare-knuckle trial, relentless spiral
CANNOT DENY — I…

[Bridge]
Falling, crawling, teeth gnashing, sprawling,
Spit flying, jaw snapping, barely surviving!

YAAARRRGH! BARRRAAA! OOOHAHHH! HURR-RAH!

[Solo]

[Chorus]
Lost in this spiral! (spiral!)
Can’t find my silence, can’t choke down the bile
Trapped in this spiral! (spiral!)
Bare-knuckle trial, relentless spiral
CANNOT DENY — I…

Spiral

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This is not just a poetry album.
It’s a song-heart, a cry of life refusing to die in the silence of collective indifference.

Each piece here is not art for art’s sake,
but an act of survival, a fight to remain oneself
in a world that constantly demands compromise.

Every line is a breath.
Every word — a reaching out for something truly alive,
without bargaining away its truth.

This is the birth of a new style.

A style where genre doesn’t matter —
metal, electronica, jazz, lo-fi, acoustic —
the music is just a container.
A vessel for meaning, built to reach another human
as real and raw as the one who created it.

This style is called:

Extremely High Sense Capacity
(E.H.S.C.)

It’s not about form — it’s about depth.
Music that carries.
Poetry that must be heard.

And it’s also an act of dismantling borders.

Borders between people. Between cultures. Between traditions and fears.
It’s a gesture of unification.
An attempt to bring back the feeling of being human.
To restore humanness as the center of the universe —
as the thing that binds it all together.

Inherit the Tragedy

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