Interesting voice, voices. A persona comes across.
Enunciation is of strategic importance. Every sound has 'Hook Factor'. An Introductory Movement serves that specific function, Hooking listener interest.
An Intro need only be long enough to serve that function. I read somewhere that 7 second Intros are becoming common.
Words, the Lyric, has Hook Factor in the Melody, the timbre of the vocalization, that persona of a Singer-Character a listener can perceive.
But that means the listener has to 'receive' what the singer 'sends'. Singers often slur from one Note to another, and word meanings get lost. They're executing Notes, but the word meaning is sacrificed to favor Note execution. Letting each word/Note have its space, deliberately 'stopping' to allow that fractional 'rest' to separate the words, the Notes, is worthy of study.

19 second Introductory Movement

Love and hate, rolled into one, Enunciation: Love AND hate
not really here, not really gone.
Pain consumes me bite by bite. Voice drops off in volume at start, 'sent', hard to 'receive'
Darkness swallows hopeful light.

I am your Sponge, (I capitalize the Title, THE Hook.)
for now... for now... Love this Repetition. I, a listener, have to find meaning in it.

(VERSE 2)
Must I pay, for undone deeds? Comma, represents the 'rest' between Notes. Listen and put them in. Use exclamation points for exclamatory Lines.
Anger grows, and my soul bleeds. Emphasize 'My'.
Blood comes, out of my eyes.
Angels fall, but no one cries...


(CHORUS)
You throw your hate. Exclamation point!
I pick it up.
You spill your dirt. Pitchy? Which I take to mean off pitch. Or is it?
I soak it up.

I am your Sponge.
I take in everything you throw at me,
and everything turns into pain. (I don't hear this 'and'. Omit it. The line reads the same without it. Unclutter the line in the mouth of the singer.
That pain, someday, might conquer me... Enunciation: You could omit 'That'. Omission of that word might enable more focused enunciation of all the other words.

(VERSE 3)
I am every thing you fear. Everything, two words.
You ignore what you can't feel.
Things aren't true, until they're done.
You say things, but then, you run.

I am your Sponge,
for now... for now...

(VERSE 4)
Innocence, just gets abused.
Love or hate, I'm so confused.
Blood comes out of their eyes.
Angels die, and then, the cries.

(CHORUS) X 2

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