The Ash & The Lead

[Intro] [Dark Lo-Fi Acoustic Guitar] [Dry Vocal] The kitchen tile is sticky... But I'm not reaching for the mop... The clock is screaming three A-M... But the spinning will not stop. [Verse 1] [Slow Heavy Drum Beat, Clean Bassline] [Melancholic Baritone] I punch the clock, I bleed the hours, I feed the grinding maw. Traded all my raw potential for a plastic drinking straw. Snorting dust and chasing shadows down a dead-end street... While the ghost of who I could have been is dragging his dead feet. [Pre-Chorus] [Guitars swelling, distorted tension] [Staccato Delivery] We-are-sleep-walk-ing. We-are-breath-ing-smoke. The embers in the fireplace are nothing but a joke. You look right through me. I stare at the wall. [Sudden Silence] [Chorus] [Explosive Post-Hardcore Drop, Heavy Distorted Guitars, Crash Cymbals] [Aggressive Male Screaming] I AM SO DAMN ANGRY AT THE DIRT UPON MY HANDS! ANGRY AT THIS ROTTEN WORLD AND ALL ITS SICK DEMANDS! ANGRY AT THE HOLLOW CHEST WHERE MY WEAK HEART USED TO BE! God, I’m so exhausted by the weight of being me! [Guttural Growl] SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO BITE THE BARREL, TASTE THE LEAD... Anything to kill the deafening silence in my head! [Verse 2] [Clean Verse] [Sparse Instrumentation, Pumping Bass] [Breathy Vocal] You went to sleep at ten... Didn't even say goodnight. We're just two dead bodies sharing a bedroom light. The fire is banked, the ashes cold. We bought the lie that we were sold. [Bridge] [Sludge Metal Breakdown, Drop-tuned Guitars, 55 BPM Half-time] [Desperate Shout] THE BOTTLE! THE PILLS! THE ENDLESS LOOP! SCRAPING THE BOTTOM OF THE BARREL FOR A DROP OF TRUTH! I WASTED IT! I THREW IT ALL AWAY! [Dry Vocal] I threw it all away. [Chorus] [Explosive Post-Hardcore Drop, Heavy Distorted Guitars, Crash Cymbals] [Aggressive Male Screaming] I AM SO DAMN ANGRY AT THE DIRT UPON MY HANDS! ANGRY AT THIS ROTTEN WORLD AND ALL ITS SICK DEMANDS! ANGRY AT THE HOLLOW CHEST WHERE MY WEAK HEART USED TO BE! God, I’m so exhausted by the weight of being me! [Guttural Growl] SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO BITE THE BARREL, TASTE THE LEAD... Anything to kill the deafening silence in my head! [Outro] [Acapella Fade, Distant Acoustic Guitar] [Dry Vocal] I'm not coming up to bed... Leave the mess on the floor... ...I just can't do this anymore. [Final heavy guitar chord rings out and decays]