The Art of Being Wrong - Airborne Anger

[Intro – dark synth pulse, muted guitar pluck, slow build] [Verse 1 – staccato delivery, low register, sparse sub-bass] Saw the clouds begin to fall You said there was no storm at all Three hours later, out of time Drowning in this paradigm Picked the long road, made it small Spent years entrenched and all Tried to keep it cool and quiet Turned it to a midnight riot Every word is like a wall Explaining what I can recall Funny how the verdict came Long before I knew the game [Pre-Chorus – building sub-bass, vocal rise, increasing tension] So I bite my tongue... Let it go... Everything I learn... You already know... [Chorus – massive drop, heavy down-tuned guitar, melodic hook, explosive] I'VE GOTTEN GOOD — LORD, I'VE GOTTEN STRONG — MADE A WHOLE LIVIN' OUT OF GETTIN' IT WRONG SO CROWN ME THE FOOL HANG MY PICTURE ON THE WALL FOLLOWING BLINDLY ALONE JUST LIKE A SIRENS CALL YEAH, I’VE DAMN NEAR MASTERED THE ART OF BEING WRONG [Verse 2 – electronic rock beat, driving bassline, rhythmic pop syncopation] Headlines saying we are tall Look at my ledger, nothing at all Everybody's out here winning big Am I alone in a system rigged They point at numbers on a screen I struggle in the in between Everything is rising high Underneath promises and lies Every promise has a toll Every finish line takes control Yeah, it moves another mile A long list of why's to file [Pre-Chorus – vocal layering increases, heavy compression] So I nod my head... Sing along... Everything I feel... I’m feeling it wrong... [Chorus – massive drop, heavy down-tuned guitar, melodic hook, maximum energy] I'VE GOTTEN GOOD — LORD, I'VE GOTTEN STRONG — MADE A WHOLE LIVIN' OUT OF GETTIN' IT WRONG SO CROWN ME THE FOOL HANG MY PICTURE ON THE WALL FOLLOWING BLINDLY ALONE JUST LIKE A SIRENS CALL YEAH, I’VE JUST ABOUT MASTERED THE ART OF BEING WRONG [Bridge – beat drops out, atmospheric vocal reverb, minimal synth drone] Give a thought... Correct you're not... Done this before... Blind once more... Spent the time... lost my soul... Saved a dime... but lost control... [Build – rapid snare builds, synthesizers swell, guitars feedback] I used to think there was a way out clean Now I see the joke in the machine And the fuckin joke is on me. [Full band intense instrumental- 30 seconds] [Final Chorus – maximum intensity, highest vocal register, wall of distortion] I'VE GOTTEN GOOD — LORD, I'VE GOTTEN STRONG — SPENT A WHOLE LIFE LEARNING HOW TO BE WRONG SO CROWN ME THE FOOL HANG MY PICTURE ON THE WALL FOLLOWING BLINDLY ALONE JUST LIKE A SIRENS CALL SOMEHOW, I HAVE MASTERED THE ART OF BEING WRONG [Outro – hypnotic repetition, fading beat, chaotic electronic rock textures] [Lead] [Harmony/Backing] The art of being wrong... [Crown me] Picture on the wall... [Crown me] Taking 'em all... Yeah, like a siren call... The art of being wrong... So wrong... So always wrong... [Sudden synth cut] [Hard stop]