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honeyride

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Prologue: Guttural, Whispered, Screamed Layers

(Time presses rot into marrow)

Sealed beneath centuries of syrup

Nerves tuned to the hum of dissolution

Skin blooming with insect devotion

Gods harvest the sweet decay

Pre-Intro: Omniscient Narrator

Your birth was a wound in amber

Flesh assigned as prison walls

Awareness fractured like glass in honey

Breath stirs the larvae—they remember all

Intro: Whispered, Layered Growls

(You are still here)

Submerged in syrup dreams

Limbs hum under golden tar

Fathers of pain whisper through lesions

Alien shadows arrange your nerves

Intro: Whispered, Layered Growls

(You are still here)

Submerged in syrup dreams

Limbs hum under golden tar

Fathers of pain whisper through lesions

Alien shadows arrange your nerves

Verse 1

Larvae crawl behind your eyes

Sweet rot seeps from open veins

Sutures stitched with yesterday’s hunger

Tongue encased in honey restraints

Pre-Chorus

Sensation spirals through marrow

Every fiber craves the ruin

Time condenses in decay’s spiral

Alive inside the oozing ruin

Chorus

You’re awake in the honey

Locked and dripping, sweet and slow

Pain repeating, rot is humming

This body melts, but you still know

Post-Chorus

Amber cradle, organs singing

Cycle bends, it’s never ending

Verse 2

They feed on your blistered nerves

Alien hands in your marrow

Bones soft as memory now

Teeth dissolved to sugar shadow

Pre-Chorus

Breath is a swarm, skin remembers

Loop of suffering, nothing severed

Chorus

You’re awake in the honey

Locked and dripping, sweet and slow

Pain repeating, rot is humming

This body melts, but you still know

Post-Chorus

Amber cradle, organs singing

Cycle bends, it’s never ending

Death-Trip Spoken

(You are not dying. You are being processed.)

(Pain is data. Rot is memory. Honey is the lock.)

Build/Outro: Screams, Low Growls

Flesh splits, life refines

Light is syrup on your eyes

Death is ritual, not release

You’re harvested by unseen design

Final Collapse: Whispered

Awareness does not leave

Rot is the engine

You ache as you see

Cycle, repeat, begin again

Sub-Drone Return: Spoken/Low Growls

Static crawls through the marrow void

(In amber, you remember)

Pulse stutters, gold leaks through wounds

Screams buried in syrup

Skinned by the ancient program

Whispered Layer

Nerves map the rot of the centuries

Memory breeds under blistered skin

Sweetness becomes a cage for thought

Collapse II: Distant Screams, Gutturals

Artifacts melt in bone-dark rapture

You circle the signal—honey binds time

Each ache archives your harvest

Suffocating in stillness, fed the swarm inside

Whispered Exit

This pain is the lesson that never ends

Rot is the throne

(You dissolve, but you do not leave)

Data complete

Cycle repeats

Post-Final Collapse: Guttural Growls, Distant Screams

Stitched in syrup futures—where endings fail

Pulses fade by ritual code

Your corpse is a data farm

Harvested inertia—stillness sold

Spoken/Whispered: Narrator, Unseen Voices Layered

(You ache beyond numbers)

(Evolution tastes of sugar rot)

Every cell lights a silent alarm

Alien fingers dig through the golden marrow

Scream Interlude

You are reprocessed

Again and again

Salt of pain in the honey run

Hallowed rot—devoured sun

Sub-Drone/Echoed Screams

Memory is amber flowing

You dissolve—but you are kept

Pain archives the next beginning

No freedom in the sweetness left

Whispered Denouement

Pulse. Rot. Return. Begin.

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