(Intro - [NO long buildup. Immediately an extremely heavy, distorted bass stomp. BAM... BAM... BAM. Accompanied by an evil, low guitar riff.]) (Verse 1 - [Rhythmically emphasized, almost spoken/shouted]) Frost bites the asphalt. The town is dead asleep. Huddled by their fires, secrets they all keep. My V-Twin is spitting heat, a dragon in the cold. The only story tonight that’s worth bein' told. They want it safe. They want it soft and mild. But out here on the blacktop? The wind is runnin' wild. (Pre-Chorus - [Tension builds up, the beat becomes denser]) They’re praying for silence, a gentle holy sound. NO. I need four-stroke thunder just to tear up this ground. (Chorus - [Massive Wall of Sound. Loud, anthemic, brutal]) To hell with your Hallelujah! You can keep your prayer! My salvation is gasoline and freezing air! It’s chrome-plated blasphemy, cutting through the white, The only carol that matters on this godforsaken night. Yeah, the world is sleeping softly, bathed in holy light... GIVE ME LOUD PIPES! TO SMASH THIS SILENT NIGHT! (Verse 2 - [The heavy groove continues]) I ain't looking for a manger, I ain't kneeling in the hay. I’m pushing triple digits, blowing yesterday away. This vibration in my bones is the only ghost I know. A toast to the wicked ones, rolling through the snow. My altar is the highway, concrete is my throne. Better to burn out fast than to freeze out here alone. (Pre-Chorus) They’re praying for silence, a gentle holy sound. NO. I need four-stroke thunder just to tear up this ground. (Guitar Solo - [No melodic noodling. A brutal, cacophonous noise solo with lots of feedback and wah-wah. It has to hurt.]) (Bridge - [The beat stops briefly. Only feedback and rumbling remain. The vocals are maximally aggressive.]) Silence is a coffin. Silence is the grave. I got a symphony of pistons for the souls we couldn't save. Christmas for the outlaw on the endless, frozen run... (Scream): TWIST THAT THROTTLE TILL THE DARKNESS IS UNDONE! (Final Chorus - [Everything at maximum. Destruction.]) To hell with your Hallelujah! You can keep your prayer! My salvation is gasoline and freezing air! It’s chrome-plated blasphemy, cutting through the white, The only carol that matters on this godforsaken night. The world is sleeping softly, bathed in holy light... GIVE ME LOUD PIPES! TO SMASH THIS SILENT NIGHT! (Outro) (Spoken, disgusted roar over heavy feedback): Silent Night? Not on my watch. (Final massive drum crash and amp buzz)
