[E] My Story, My Facts (Speedcore System Crash Mix)

[Intro]
[Starts in a haunting, carnival-like 3/4 waltz time signature]
[A single, clean electric guitar plucks a dark, creeping melody]
[Quiet, military marching snare rolls enter in the background]

[Verse 1]
Dear Father, let’s go back before I can remember
Before the ash, before the dying ember
They gave me tales about the woman who birthed me
But I got the proof of how she hurt me
No heat in my hands, a burn on my spine
The courts said three, my aunt said five
Either way, the ink is dry on the line
An unwanted child just trying to survive!

[Verse 2]
[Bass guitar drops in heavy and distorted, maintaining the waltz rhythm]
Adopted out clean to the house on the hill
But the ghosts in the hallway were never quite still
Seven years old, introduced to a "game"
A childhood friend, but I don't give them blame
They don’t think a kid can get hard at that age
Let me tell you they can, turn the page on the rage!
I hid it from you in the dark of my room
Carrying the failure, wrapping the wound!

[Pre-Chorus]
[The music stops abruptly, leaving just a ticking clock sound]
[Vocals are a tense, quiet whisper]
I never told you...
I bit my tongue until it bled.

[Chorus]
[Explodes into a blazing, fast-paced 4/4 punk rock tempo]
[Wall of heavy, distorted guitars and crashing cymbals]
[Vocals are screaming, theatrical, and raw]
Sixth-grade classroom, sex-ed on the board
You threw your stones and you drew your sword!
Spitting your venom, so anti-queer
You didn't know your own nightmare was here!
The kid was a boy and he turned me on
Your hatred was loud, but my truth isn't gone!

[Verse 3]
[Drops back down to the creeping, heavy 3/4 waltz rhythm]
[Guitars are chugging, operatic backing vocals build in the background]
That hatred, it chased me right down to the dark
Trying to change every piece of my spark
Forcing myself into a self-hating mold
To fit in the boxes that I was sold
It never worked! No, it never took!
But it left me shivering, trapped in the book!

[Bridge]
[The music strips back to just a heavy, pounding bassline and thumping bass drum]
[Vocals build in intensity with every single line]
To this very day, it whispers to me
"You don't deserve more, you'll never be free"
Well, I’m writing this letter to put it to bed
I’m burying the guilt that you put in my head!
Hear me loud, hear me clear, I am drawing the line
I am killing the ghost that was wasting my time!

[Guitar Solo]
[Frenetic, melodic, and chaotic guitar solo in the style of Ray Toro]
[Harmonized dual guitars soaring over a fast, aggressive punk beat]

[Chorus]
[Maximum energy, full band shouting in the background]
Sixth-grade classroom, sex-ed on the board
You threw your stones and you drew your sword!
Spitting your venom, so anti-queer
You didn't know your own nightmare was here!
The kid was a boy and he turned me on
Your hatred was loud, but my truth isn't gone!

[Outro]
[Tempo slows back down to a dramatic, grand finale waltz]
[Guitars ring out with heavy sustain]
[Vocals are strained, theatrical, and definitive]
It never took hold...
No, it never took hold!
So let the feeling die...
Let the feeling die!
We're all going to die anyway...
So let this feeling die first!
[One massive, crashing final chord that rings out into complete silence]
[End]

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[Intro] [Starts in a haunting, carnival-like 3/4 waltz time signature] [A single, clean electric guitar plucks a dark, creeping melody] [Quiet, military marching snare rolls enter in the background] [Verse 1] Dear Father, let’s go back before I can remember Before the ash, before the dying ember They gave me tales about the woman who birthed me But I got the proof of how she hurt me No heat in my hands, a burn on my spine The courts said three, my aunt said five Either way, the ink is dry on the line An unwanted child just trying to survive! [Verse 2] [Bass guitar drops in heavy and distorted, maintaining the waltz rhythm] Adopted out clean to the house on the hill But the ghosts in the hallway were never quite still Seven years old, introduced to a "game" A childhood friend, but I don't give them blame They don’t think a kid can get hard at that age Let me tell you they can, turn the page on the rage! I hid it from you in the dark of my room Carrying the failure, wrapping the wound! [Pre-Chorus] [The music stops abruptly, leaving just a ticking clock sound] [Vocals are a tense, quiet whisper] I never told you... I bit my tongue until it bled. [Chorus] [Explodes into a blazing, fast-paced 4/4 punk rock tempo] [Wall of heavy, distorted guitars and crashing cymbals] [Vocals are screaming, theatrical, and raw] Sixth-grade classroom, sex-ed on the board You threw your stones and you drew your sword! Spitting your venom, so anti-queer You didn't know your own nightmare was here! The kid was a boy and he turned me on Your hatred was loud, but my truth isn't gone! [Verse 3] [Drops back down to the creeping, heavy 3/4 waltz rhythm] [Guitars are chugging, operatic backing vocals build in the background] That hatred, it chased me right down to the dark Trying to change every piece of my spark Forcing myself into a self-hating mold To fit in the boxes that I was sold It never worked! No, it never took! But it left me shivering, trapped in the book! [Bridge] [The music strips back to just a heavy, pounding bassline and thumping bass drum] [Vocals build in intensity with every single line] To this very day, it whispers to me "You don't deserve more, you'll never be free" Well, I’m writing this letter to put it to bed I’m burying the guilt that you put in my head! Hear me loud, hear me clear, I am drawing the line I am killing the ghost that was wasting my time! [Guitar Solo] [Frenetic, melodic, and chaotic guitar solo in the style of Ray Toro] [Harmonized dual guitars soaring over a fast, aggressive punk beat] [Chorus] [Maximum energy, full band shouting in the background] Sixth-grade classroom, sex-ed on the board You threw your stones and you drew your sword! Spitting your venom, so anti-queer You didn't know your own nightmare was here! The kid was a boy and he turned me on Your hatred was loud, but my truth isn't gone! [Outro] [Tempo slows back down to a dramatic, grand finale waltz] [Guitars ring out with heavy sustain] [Vocals are strained, theatrical, and definitive] It never took hold... No, it never took hold! So let the feeling die... Let the feeling die! We're all going to die anyway... So let this feeling die first! [One massive, crashing final chord that rings out into complete silence] [End]

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