I decided to make an interpretation for Becoming The Archetype's "Dichotomy."
(Click here and listen to it as you read the lyrics.)

"Dichotomy"
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You're not sour!
That hour! Shuffle!
Yeeaaah!
Your neck shall lay by Rick, shut your eyes
This funeral's back, "You're late, sons!"
We stood about their walls to make life's idle calculations!
My sober walnut shot
We attacked them from the lines
Close the doorway of the light
Board it 'till it shines!

YEEEAAAAHHH!!

The foolish eyes went sucking!
Their freaking mom's deceived!
There lies, in May, a change for Drew...
Became all that they believe
"They chased the anchor up, Duvall!"
Faulty image, I'm fully man!
Watch that creature rap about Cle Elum
The image where the thought is armed!

The heavens wade in silence, for the coming of the air
As man perfects his own imperfection
Destruction closes in...

(solo!)
YEEAAAOOOWWW!!!

Egg! Fog!
Cremate souls to make their beds!
NO!
All that they've created comes crashing!
Toe! Toe! Toe! Toe!
Toad upon their heads!
TONGUE!!! HIS WAITER!!
(yay, solo!)

You're not sour!
That hour! Shuffle!