[Intro] [Solemn acoustic guitar picking, rich and resonant] [Distant cello swelling] [Vocals soaring and emotive, like Chris Daughtry] [Verse 1] Fog rolling thick off the autumn asphalt Ten years of carrying a heavy, rusted vault I hit the brakes late on a hollow Halloween Washed the bumper clean, kept the conscience unseen But the guilt is a parasite feeding on my spine I need to confess, need to cross the line I told the bartender with the sympathetic eyes Hoping the truth would sever the ties. [Chorus] [Heavy alt-metal ballad drop, huge distortion, sweeping cymbals] Chain reactions of a shattered mistake! How much of this haunting can one man take? I’m confessing the sins of a fog-blind run But the nightmare cycle has only just begun! Oh, the chain reactions! [Verse 2] [Acoustic guitar returns, layered with a pulsing bassline] The bartender vanished by the morning light So I told the priest in the middle of the night Poured out the whiskey, poured out the grief Begging the altar for a moment's relief But the chapel doors locked, the reverend went missing Just the sound of the autumn wind softly hissing Everyone I tell seems to fade into the gray Leaving me alone to suffer and pray. [Chorus] [Massive arena rock energy, soaring vocals] Chain reactions of a shattered mistake! How much of this haunting can one man take? I’m confessing the sins of a fog-blind run But the nightmare cycle has only just begun! Oh, the chain reactions! [Bridge] [Music strips down to just a thumping heartbeat kick drum] [Vocals drop to an urgent, panicked whisper] I opened my trunk to fetch a spare tire Smelled the sweet rot and the copper wire The bartender. The priest. Folded in the dark. Tangled in the jumper cables, cold and stark. [Verse 3 - The Twist] [Heavy, aggressive guitars blast back in] [Vocals ragged and desperate] The ghost of the victim isn't haunting my head! He’s taking the wheel while I’m asleep in my bed! I thought I was seeking a comforting grace But he’s using my hands to eliminate the trace! Every time I confess, my body takes the toll He’s not seeking justice, he’s in complete control! [Outro] [Epic, tragic guitar solo] [Vocals belting high notes over the solo] I’m the weapon! I’m the hearse! Living out the victim's curse! Don't listen to my story! Don't let me speak! [Acoustic guitar returns for one final melancholy chord] [End]
