(INTRO) [Music fades in with a lone, clean, melancholic guitar melody, soaked in chorus. Feedback swells. A second distorted guitar crashes in with a slow, downtuned, monolithic riff. Drums enter with a deliberate, pounding groove. Bass thick and vibrating.] (VERSE 1) Scraped-knee kid on a asphalt road Learned the silence a slammed door holds Empty bottles where the laughter died A ghost of promise burning up inside Saw the bottom in a whiskey glass A hundred reasons not to ask For help… or light… or anything at all Just braced my back against the wall. (PRE-CHORUS) They said, "He's cracking at the seams!" A puppet tangled in his own bad dreams Yeah, I wore the proof on every scar… (CHORUS) But I’m Teflon! (Non-stick!) Yeah, Teflon! (Can’t quit!) Everything that tries to stick just slides right off! I’m Teflon! (Still here!) Through the blood and sweat and fear! Scorched and stained but I’m still standing here! (VERSE 2) Faced the monster in the morning light The need that coiled, black and white Chased a cure in a powdered lie While a pair of small hands waved goodbye (Daddy’s fighting, go back to sleep) A promise I was too weak to keep That echo in an empty hall The hardest, heaviest fall of all. (PRE-CHORUS) They said, "That’s the final blow!" A lost cause with too far to go Yeah, I wore the failure, every call… (CHORUS) But I’m Teflon! (Non-stick!) Yeah, Teflon! (Can’t quit!) Everything that tries to stick just slides right off! I’m Teflon! (Still here!) Through the blood and sweat and fear! Scorched and stained but I’m still standing here! (BRIDGE) The harder they come… the harder they fall… I’ve been the hammer and I’ve been the wall. For every demon that I finally faced A little grace… in a small embrace. A sober morning, a whispered "Dad"… The only victory I ever had. It wasn't pretty, God, it wasn't fast… But I’m still here… at last. (GUITAR SOLO SECTION) [First solo: melodic and searing, full of pain and struggle, over a simplified verse groove. Drums build intensity. Segues into a second, more aggressive, chaotic solo over a faster, thrashier version of the main riff. Peaks with a sustained, screaming note that feedbacks into…] (CHORUS - OUTRO VERSION) And I’m TEFLON! (Non-stick! Yeah!) BORN OF BRICK AND FIST! Everything that tried to stick just slid right off! I’m TEFLON! (Still here!) Through the fire, year by year! Scorched and stained and CLEAR! (They said the tougher they are…) STANDING HERE! (The harder they fall…) (OUTRO) [Music breaks down to just the heavy, slow intro riff, played with exhaustion and weight. The vocals are a gritty, spoken growl.] Yeah… the tougher they are… the harder they fall… [Clean guitar melody from the intro returns, intertwining with the fading distorted riff.] I fell… and fell… and fell… But I… did not… stick… [Final drum hit. Feedback hums into silence.]
