I'll Be Damned

4/4 chorus, Melodic post-hardcore with intertwined clean and screamed vocals, soaring emotive choruses, and dynamic guitar work that shifts between crystalline arpeggios and heavy palm‑muted riffs, Distorted dual guitars layer octave leads over tight, punchy drums with rapid-fire kicks and explosive tom fills, supported by a gritty bass that locks into syncopated rhythms, Arrangements feature dramatic build‑ups from quiet, reverb‑kissed clean passages into cathartic, high‑energy breakdowns with dissonant chords and shouted gang vocals, The overall texture is tense and cinematic, blending melancholic melodies with raw, urgent aggression and frequent stop‑start hits for maximum impact, ‑telling, ‑excessive glitch, ‑screamo, ‑deathcore, ‑guttural vocals, ‑metalcore breakdowns, ‑pop punk, ‑cheerful pop rock, ‑indie rock, ‑garage rock, ‑blues rock, ‑country rock, ‑lo-fi production, ‑soft acoustic ballad, ‑constant synthwave, ‑rap verses, ‑excessive guitar solos

V5.5

I remember a time when church bells sounded pure Now I'm pounding walls to hear your voice anymore These late nights don't feel like they work my shift With a sword in my hand I stand but tired of the shit [Pre-Chorus] Sometimes, this is exactly how I feel Most times, this is exactly what is real The good times, they come and go The bad times, they ebb and flow Whiskey burns the inside My wallet burns me out I guess this is where I remember to say thank you You want me to filter my opinions then where do all the fucks Go when we run out of reasons or excuses or dumb luck I ran a mile and fell apart only to wheeze my way home Running on empty is the only normal some of us ever know If you want to hand my ass to me just remember my hand hurts Not full of holes but broken from memories and worse Eventually I'll say I'm sorry but right now I'm just mad Or revert to my original design and become comfortably sad [Pre-Chorus] Sometimes, this is exactly how I feel Most times, this is exactly what is real The good times, they come and go The bad times, they ebb and flow Whiskey burns the inside My wallet burns me out I guess this is where I remember to say thank you Well damn, you're right again, thank you [Final-Chorus] Sometimes, this is exactly how I feel Most times, this is exactly what is real The good times, they come and go The bad times, they ebb and flow Whiskey burns the inside My wallet burns me out I guess this is where I remember to say thank you I'm damned to fight again, thank you

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