Title: Southern Bleeding [Live Arena Concert Atmosphere] [Loud crowd cheering, clapping, whistles, raw guitar feedback before the band kicks in] [Verse 1] She wakes up when the neon turns to gray Preacher on the corner says it's time to pray But there's a thunderstorm rolling through my veins Down-picked power chords to wash away the stains I got a pocket full of velvet, a mind full of stone Standing in the downpour, but I am not alone [Pre-Chorus] (Tempo builds, driving bass riff kicks in) Feel the heat from the amplifier light Yeah, the gospel of the gutter is alive tonight... SIGGI: "Are you listening?!" [Crowd cheers] [Chorus] (Explosive stadium chorus, huge crowd singing along) Oh, wash me clean in the Southern rain! Shake the rattle from the ball and chain! Yeah, we're bleeding colors in the midnight sun The Crow flies high but the damage is done! [Crowd chants] "SIGGI! SIGGI! SIGGI!" Yeah, the damage is done! [Verse 2] (Groovy Southern Rock swagger with heavy grunge bass) Worn-out boots on the concrete floor I ain't knocking on heaven's rusted door no more Got that Seattle fever with a Georgia tongue Singing ragged anthems for the damaged young Spin the black circle till the speakers bleed [Bridge] (Music drops down, atmospheric, huge plate reverb) SIGGI (soft, close to the microphone): "Hey... Do you feel the ghost in the room?" "We're just beautiful wrecks... in the static bloom..." (short pause) SIGGI: "Let me hear you!" [Crowd erupts] [Guitar Solo] (Crying blues bends, grunge distortion, soaring sustain, emotional phrasing) [Final Chorus] (Biggest chorus of the song) Oh, wash me clean in the Southern rain! Shake the rattle from the ball and chain! Yeah, we're bleeding colors in the midnight sun The Crow flies high but the damage is done! [Crowd sings every line together with the band] [LIVE OUTRO] (Music slows slightly. Huge arena ambience. Long guitar feedback. Audience still roaring.) SIGGI (breathing heavily, smiling): "If you've ever fought your own ghosts... this song was for you." "Thank you... You've been incredible tonight." (Crowd erupts into loud applause) SIGGI: "Take care of each other..." "Goodnight!" [Crowd chanting] "SIGGI! SIGGI! SIGGI!" (The drummer answers the crowd with one final explosive double-bass burst, flowing into huge tom fills before one massive china crash.) (Guitars sustain with screaming amplifier feedback.) SIGGI (laughing quietly): "We'll see you next time..." (Band hits one final massive rock chord.) (Crowd continues cheering as the music slowly fades into the distance.)
