[Verse 1] [Vocals tight, dry, and close to mic] Looking for a cure For what I’m not sure Looking for myself Off of my shelf [Pre-Chorus] Preaching to the choir I'm feeding the fire [Verse 2] Need a familiar hit I need more kick Back from the dead Choosing fire instead [Chorus] I’m up to eleven feels more like six Need more of what makes me sick Always going over the top I don’t know when to stop Got no mind for games and tricks, Just give me a quick fix Something to make it stick I need a stronger kick [Interlude] [Bass riff takes lead for four bars with heavy throbbing rhythm] [Verse 3] Looking for the light To get me through the night Never knew this dark Just hoping to hit my mark [Pre-Chorus] Looking for what I'm good at Don’t need another stray cat [Verse 4] Looking for a sound I might be unwound Looking for release Head cured by degrees [Chorus] I’m up to eleven feels more like six Need more of what makes me sick Always going over the top I don’t know when to stop No mind for games and tricks, Give me a quick fix Something to make it stick I need a stronger kick [Bridge] Trying to change my view Hoping to slip on through Making none of my demands I don’t have a backup plan No good at knowing who I am All I do is kick out the jam [Verse 5] [Music drops out abruptly] [Minimalist bass pulse remains under stripped-back vocals] Looking for a trace Of a familiar place Looking for a sign To know I’ll be fine [Pre-Chorus] [Snare roll builds underneath] Looking for the black X mark That marks the darkest dark [Verse 6] [Bass tone heavy and full] Looking for a cure For what I’m not sure Looking for myself For something pure [Chorus] [Maximum energy wall of sound] I’m up to eleven feels more like six Need more of what makes me sick Always going over the top I don’t know when to stop No mind for games and tricks, Give me a quick fix Something to make it stick I need a stronger kick [Outro] [Tempo slows slightly] [Heavy distorted bass trails into dark pulsing groove] [Guitars ring out in atmospheric heavy tremolo] Looking for the ghost I miss the most Hoping for my brain To numb the pain [Vocals fade to quiet rhythmic chant] [Spacey guitar trails and bass feedback] Still looking… Still looking… For the ghost. For the mark. Out of the dark. [End] [Final heavy bass note fades out slowly with ringing tube amp hum]
