[Verse 1 - restrained heavy-swung groove, rim-clap drums, dirty slide guitar fills] Rust rims my soul, a creak in my spine, Duct tape to mend the bends I can't rewind. Whiskey's a mirror, reflections stir and blur, Chasin' storms in a bottle, cravin' that cure. [Pre-Chorus - building intensity, punchy bass and bit-crushed synth textures] Oh, I'm forged from the fractures, fused with frayed glue, A patchwork of pain, yeah, it's killin' me through. [Chorus - full driving swing, fuzzy treble guitar and punchy bass doubling vocal melody] Rust and Remedy, a fractured refrain, Duct tape on the seams, whiskey to wash the strain. Rhythm's the rogue hero, surgin' through the night— No fix for the fall, but it halts the crush of my light. Rust and Remedy, a hymn for the haunted, Scars etched like ink, tears tallied and taunted. [Verse 2 - restrained groove, rim-clap rhythm, gritty slide guitar fills] Whiskey hums half-truths, sweet siren lies, Duct tape's my crutch, sprawlin' me like survivors' sighs. Hole in my ribs, but the rhythm's a rift, Slicin' sharp through the still, stitchin' me swift. [Pre-Chorus - building tension, surging bassline and bit-crushed accents] Oh, I'm a squall in a shed, a seized-up machine, Bleedin' to black ink, trapped in the scene. [Chorus - full driving swing, fuzzy treble guitar and punchy bass doubling vocal melody] Rust and Remedy, a fractured refrain, Duct tape on the seams, whiskey to wash the strain. Rhythm's the rogue hero, surgin' through the night— No fix for the fall, but it halts the crush of my light. Rust and Remedy, a hymn for the haunted, Scars etched like ink, tears tallied and taunted. [Bridge - stripped-down breakdown groove, prominent bass, subtle amp hiss] Whiskey's a wraith in my veins, duct tape's deceit, But rhythm? That rogue breeze murmurs, “Don’t retreat.” No doc, no draught—just the thrum in my chest, No gleam in the gloom, just a dirge for the dressed. [Chorus - peak intensity, full band driving swing, doubled vocal melody] Rust and Remedy, a fractured refrain, Duct tape on the seams, whiskey to wash the strain. Rhythm's the rogue hero, surgin' through the night— No fix for the fall, but it halts the crush of my light. Rust and Remedy, a hymn for the haunted, Scars etched like ink, tears tallied and taunted. [Outro - slow fade out, lingering amp hiss, sparse guitar] Rust and Remedy... Rust on my lips, Remedy’s ragged prayer. Duct tape for the gashes, whiskey wearin’ me bare, Rhythm’s raw truth when the mirrors turn spare.
