Split in Two (Live at the Maple Leaf Gardens in Toronto)

[single clean-to-gritty guitar playing an uneven, nervous arpeggio with stray pick scrapes and droning open strings, sparse bass, slow 88 BPM drum beat kicking in] [spoken intro, close-mic, raspy, low-key] (This is about family values.) [verse 1, soft, murmured, intimate raspy delivery, single compressed guitar] I hear the walls talking again, Money fights behind the door. I’m sitting on my bedroom floor, Counting cracks along the edge. [verse 2, slight build-up, nervous strumming getting heavier] They say they’re “fine,” they smile and lie, But I can hear the breaking bones. Two shadows drifting out of time, And I’m stuck here, left alone. [pre-chorus, rising tension, scraping strings] I’m just a kid caught in your storm, Trying not to disappear… [chorus, massive loud-quiet-loud explosion, double-tracked hard L/R fuzz wall, unhinged raspy screams] I’m split in two! Torn between the things you do. You’re pulling me— And I’m tearing at the seams. I’m split in two! And I don’t know who to choose. Your broken truth Is cutting into me. [verse 3, dropping right back down to the quiet, nervous single-guitar groove] Weekend bags and changing rooms, Different rules in every place. Dad says mom was never there, Mom says dad just walked away. [verse 4, building urgency, minor string dissonance] Your voices linger in my head, Echo like a dying song. I cover up my ears again, But your words still beat me strong. [pre-chorus, rising dynamic tension] I’m just a kid, but I can feel Every fracture in this home… [chorus, maximum distortion, raw emotional wails, massive arena reverb] I’m split in two! Torn between the things you do. You’re pulling me— And I’m tearing at the seams. I’m split in two! You don’t see what this goes through. Your broken truth Is ripping into me. [bridge, sludgy breakdown, heavy grinding bass, harsh picking, whispered rage turning into throat-shredding shouts] Yeah, I’m tired of being quiet, Tired of choosing sides. I’m the ghost inside your riot— You don’t even see me cry. You’re shouting in the kitchen, But I’m bleeding in my chest… I’m the child that you keep missing, While you’re fighting for the rest. [final explosive chorus, peak intensity, chaotic wall of fuzz and feedback] I’m split in two! Can’t hold on like I used to. You’re pulling me— I’m unraveling at the seams. I’m split in two! And I can’t tell what’s the truth. Your shattered youth Is falling into me… [outro, slowing down, fading back to a single dissonant guitar ringing out with open string drone, a final scratch of the pick, merging into arena feedback and massive crowd noise]