# PINK FUEL, BLACK HEART [Intro — low industrial drone, distant metallic scraping] There are things beneath the world That have no names we understand. I've heard one breathing in the dark. I've felt its fingers on my hand. I thought it wanted something sacred. Turns out, it wanted something else. [Verse 1 — restrained, sinister groove] It came to me without a sound When all the lights had flickered out A shape that swallowed up the room A pulse beneath the floorboards' gloom It spoke in rhythms, low and slow Of ancient debts I didn't owe It promised strength against the day And asked that I should let it stay [Pre-Chorus — guitars building, tense vocal] I asked it what it wanted It answered with a hiss I've made a few bad choices But this one might be it [Chorus — explosive, heavy guitars] Pink fuel, black heart Something stirring in the dark It takes its place, it claims its due And leaves me changed in ways I never knew Pink fuel, black heart I should have known right from the start Some things you wake, you can't undo Some things just keep on calling you [Verse 2 — heavier groove, dry vocal delivery] It follows me through every day It has a most particular way Of making its displeasure known When I leave the poor thing home It doesn't care for grand displays It has no interest in my praise It wants one thing, and one alone And frankly, I'd have guessed by now [Pre-Chorus — rising tension] The terms were never written The price was never clear But every time I think I'm free The calling reappears [Chorus — full band, layered vocals] Pink fuel, black heart Something stirring in the dark It takes its place, it claims its due And leaves me changed in ways I never knew Pink fuel, black heart I should have known right from the start Some things you wake, you can't undo Some things just keep on calling you [Bridge — stripped back, spoken over a low bass pulse] I've tried to understand its nature. I've considered the old texts. I've searched for signs of possession. I've even looked into the cost of an exorcism. Then I checked the price at the servo. Honestly, that might be worse. [Breakdown — crushing syncopated guitars, rhythmic shouted vocals] IT WANTS ITS DUE! [Technical Lead Guitar Solo — blistering alternate-picked runs, sweep-picked arpeggios, rapid legato, tapped sequences, string skipping, pinch harmonics and violent whammy-bar dives. High-gain lead guitar screams over relentless low-tuned chugs and pounding drums. Virtuosic, dissonant and ferocious.] IT WANTS ITS SHARE! [Lead guitar answers with a rapid descending shred run] IT DOESN'T CARE! IT DOESN'T CARE! [Lead guitar climbs into a screaming bend, then cuts dead] I'VE SEEN ITS FACE! I KNOW ITS NAME! I KEEP COMING BACK! I'M THE ONE TO BLAME! [Sudden stop — complete silence] [Spoken, matter-of-fact] It's Pipeline Punch. [Brief pause] Monster Energy. [Brief pause] The pink one. [Long pause — low ominous drone returns] [Final Chorus — full force, completely serious] Pink fuel, black heart Something stirring in the dark It takes its place, it claims its due And leaves me changed in ways I never knew Pink fuel, black heart I should have known right from the start Some things you wake, you can't undo Some things just keep on calling you [Outro — instruments cut to a low, ominous drone] [Spoken, mildly disappointed] They were out of the big cans, though. [Final crushing hit]
