Gutter Bound by Ravey Graves

Verse 1 (The Twitchy Build-up)
(Fast, muted guitar picking—nervous energy)
The sun’s a needle in the eye, the day’s a losing shift,
Just a mountain of the mundane that I’m forced to lift.
The world is screaming static, yeah, it’s ringing in my ears,
A thousand different voices feeding on my deepest fears.
But I got the heavy dosage, I got the silver lining,
While the rest of you are rotting, yeah, I’m chemically refining.
I take the shakes, the tremors, and the cold-sweat winter rain,
Then I pop the seal and short-circuit the pain!
Hook (The Gang Shout)
(Cymbal crashes on every beat)
Gutter bound! (PICK IT UP!)
Gutter bound! (I’M FEELING NONE!)
Watch the world spin 'round while the sun goes down!
Gutter bound! (STAY NUMB!)
Chorus (The Total Release)
(Wall of sound: Distorted horns and thrash drums)
One hit of the white-out and the sky starts to bleed gold,
The story’s getting better than the one that I was told!
Through the chemical haze, yeah, I’m the master of the street,
Watching every hater crumble underneath my feet!
The world isn't ugly when the pupils stay wide,
There’s nowhere left to run and there’s nowhere left to hide!
Verse 2 (The Euphoric Skank)
(Classic bouncy ska rhythm)
The neon’s hitting different, the anxiety is dead,
I’ve replaced the heavy lead inside with copper wire instead!
The losers from the morning are just shadows on the wall,
When you’re floating this high up, you never really fall!
No twitching in the fingers, no shadow in the soul,
The powder is the anchor and the pipe is the control!
The world is wide and beautiful, a hallucogenic shine,
Stepping over ghosts and I’m feeling just fine!
Bridge (The "Coming Up" Breakdown)
(Drums drop to a heavy, tribal floor-tom beat)
First dose: The static starts to fade.
Second dose: The grand design is made.
Third dose: The vision’s finally clear.
THE SYMPTOMS ARE ALL GONE AND THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO FEAR!
(Insane, high-speed Trumpet Solo over a Thrash-Metal beat)
Chorus (Grand Finale)
(Max tempo – Circle Pit energy)
One hit of the white-out and the sky starts to bleed gold,
The story’s getting better than the one that I was told!
Through the chemical haze, yeah, I’m the master of the street,
Watching every hater crumble underneath my feet!
The world isn't ugly when the pupils stay wide,
I’m the fire in the engine, let the logic slide

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Verse 1 (The Twitchy Build-up) (Fast, muted guitar picking—nervous energy) The sun’s a needle in the eye, the day’s a losing shift, Just a mountain of the mundane that I’m forced to lift. The world is screaming static, yeah, it’s ringing in my ears, A thousand different voices feeding on my deepest fears. But I got the heavy dosage, I got the silver lining, While the rest of you are rotting, yeah, I’m chemically refining. I take the shakes, the tremors, and the cold-sweat winter rain, Then I pop the seal and short-circuit the pain! Hook (The Gang Shout) (Cymbal crashes on every beat) Gutter bound! (PICK IT UP!) Gutter bound! (I’M FEELING NONE!) Watch the world spin 'round while the sun goes down! Gutter bound! (STAY NUMB!) Chorus (The Total Release) (Wall of sound: Distorted horns and thrash drums) One hit of the white-out and the sky starts to bleed gold, The story’s getting better than the one that I was told! Through the chemical haze, yeah, I’m the master of the street, Watching every hater crumble underneath my feet! The world isn't ugly when the pupils stay wide, There’s nowhere left to run and there’s nowhere left to hide! Verse 2 (The Euphoric Skank) (Classic bouncy ska rhythm) The neon’s hitting different, the anxiety is dead, I’ve replaced the heavy lead inside with copper wire instead! The losers from the morning are just shadows on the wall, When you’re floating this high up, you never really fall! No twitching in the fingers, no shadow in the soul, The powder is the anchor and the pipe is the control! The world is wide and beautiful, a hallucogenic shine, Stepping over ghosts and I’m feeling just fine! Bridge (The "Coming Up" Breakdown) (Drums drop to a heavy, tribal floor-tom beat) First dose: The static starts to fade. Second dose: The grand design is made. Third dose: The vision’s finally clear. THE SYMPTOMS ARE ALL GONE AND THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO FEAR! (Insane, high-speed Trumpet Solo over a Thrash-Metal beat) Chorus (Grand Finale) (Max tempo – Circle Pit energy) One hit of the white-out and the sky starts to bleed gold, The story’s getting better than the one that I was told! Through the chemical haze, yeah, I’m the master of the street, Watching every hater crumble underneath my feet! The world isn't ugly when the pupils stay wide, I’m the fire in the engine, let the logic slide

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