Feedback Therapy

[INTRO] [big tom hit, feedback swell, low guitar drone] I have tried the quiet, it never worked for me [VERSE 1] Head full of sirens, heart like a wire Everybody talking like they know my fire Comment section church, preaching what I should be But they never hear the static that is living in me Turned down dinner, turned up pain Smiled at the mirror like I do not know my name I am done pretending I am soft and fine So I plug this soul straight into the line [PRE-CHORUS] Let the tubes run hot, let the walls vibrate Every bad memory, I will overdrive and detonate [CHORUS] So turn me up, I want feedback therapy Let the broken in my bones shake in every frequency I do not want advice, I want every amp on red Let the kick drum hit like the thoughts in my head Yeah, turn me up, I want feedback therapy If the world will not listen, then the skyline will hear me I will scream every scar through these cabinets of steel Till the noise in my chest finally starts to heal [VERSE 2] They say write a journal, breathe and forgive But my pen catches fire when I try to relive So I trade in whispers for a stack of cabs Trade in self doubt for a riff that stabs My violin is a blade when it cuts through the roar Slides on the strings like it is kicking down a door Every note I bend is a nerve set free Every ringing chord is a spine in me [PRE-CHORUS] Let the tubes run hot, let the walls vibrate If I cannot escape it, I will make the pain resonate [CHORUS] So turn me up, I want feedback therapy Let the broken in my bones shake in every frequency I do not want advice, I want every amp on red Let the kick drum hit like the thoughts in my head Yeah, turn me up, I want feedback therapy If the world will not listen, then the skyline will hear me I will scream every scar through these cabinets of steel Till the noise in my chest finally starts to heal [BRIDGE] [half time groove, chunky guitars, echoing vocal ad libs] I am not here for pretty, I am not here for pure I am here for every crack that never got a cure Let the reverb flood, let the cymbals rain If I drown in anything, let it be this gain [guitar break with violin answering the riff] [FINAL CHORUS] So turn me up, I want feedback therapy Let the pieces of my heart hum in perfect dissonance with me I do not want your calm, I want thunder in my veins Let the crowd of my thoughts fall apart in the waves Yeah, turn me up, I want feedback therapy When the house lights die, it is still my remedy I will ride this distortion till the echoes run out When the last chord fades, I will remember I am loud [OUTRO] [drums drop, guitar and violin hold a long bent note into feedback] Leave the amps humming, that is the sound of me free