Descending

Slow and deliberate, like something heavy dragging itself forward. The guitars feel thick and grounded, not rushed, each note landing with weight. There’s space between hits, but it doesn’t feel empty, it feels loaded. The vocal comes in raw and worn, almost like it’s pushing through resistance rather than riding the track. Nothing polished, just force and grit. It never breaks into speed or chaos. It stays locked in that slow pressure the whole time. Like watching something collapse in slow motion, knowing it won’t stop.