TickTock

Tuning: Drop G# (Low, heavy guitar), The Saxophone Element: Instead of smooth jazz, the sax should be played with "overblowing" techniques to create growls and shrieks, It mirrors the guitar’s "djent" patterns but occasionally breaks into frantic, high-pitched bebop runs that feel like they are "attacking" the listener’s ears, The Groove: The drums should play a "neo-soul" swing (behind the beat) on the hi-hats, while the kick drum and bass guitar lock into a punishing, straight Nu-metal stomp, Vocal Style: A mix of soulful, breathy crooning in the verses and a gritty, distorted bark in the choruses, male vocals, catchy, epic, gospel, ‑country

[Verse 1] 
Counting digits till your fingers bleed
Sowing shadows, harvesting the greed
You’ve got a garden made of cold, hard stone
But you’re the king of a kingdom you rule alone
You look at faces like they’re balance sheets
Stepping over bodies just to find your seat
You think the velvet makes you bulletproof?
You’re just a basement hiding ‘neath a golden roof.
[Pre-Chorus] 
Tick. Tock. The vault is full.
Tick. Tock. The heart is hollow.
You’re leadin' a life that no one wants to follow.
[Chorus] 
The bank is full but the bed is cold!
You’re selling your soul for the things you hold!
They don’t love the man, they love the prize
I can see the hunger in their painted eyes!
No matter the weight of the gold in your hand
You’re building a castle on sinking sand!
You’ll never be loved! You’re just a transaction!
A hollow ghost seeking satisfaction!
[Verse 2] 
You shit on the "small," you spit on the "weak"
But you’re the only one here whose future is bleak
You bought the company, you bought the street
But you can't buy the rhythm when the heart skips a beat
To you, a human is a decimal point
A piece of meat to grease the rusted joint
Keep climbing higher, keep kicking the rungs
But the air gets thin for your expensive lungs.
[Bridge] 
Grasp for it! (It’s slipping!)
Reach for it! (It’s dripping!)
Blood on the coin!
Acid in the oil!
You’re a god in a cage!
You’re a king on a coil!
Look at them laughing while they spend your name!
To them, you’re a checkbook... to you, it’s a game!
[Chorus] 
The bank is full but the bed is cold!
You’re selling your soul for the things you hold!
They don’t love the man, they love the prize
I can see the hunger in their painted eyes!
No matter the weight of the gold in your hand
You’re building a castle on sinking sand!
You’ll never be loved! You’re just a transaction!
[Outro] 
Nothing in the wallet...
Nothing in the chest...
Lay your head down...
Give the greed a rest.

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[Verse 1] Counting digits till your fingers bleed Sowing shadows, harvesting the greed You’ve got a garden made of cold, hard stone But you’re the king of a kingdom you rule alone You look at faces like they’re balance sheets Stepping over bodies just to find your seat You think the velvet makes you bulletproof? You’re just a basement hiding ‘neath a golden roof. [Pre-Chorus] Tick. Tock. The vault is full. Tick. Tock. The heart is hollow. You’re leadin' a life that no one wants to follow. [Chorus] The bank is full but the bed is cold! You’re selling your soul for the things you hold! They don’t love the man, they love the prize I can see the hunger in their painted eyes! No matter the weight of the gold in your hand You’re building a castle on sinking sand! You’ll never be loved! You’re just a transaction! A hollow ghost seeking satisfaction! [Verse 2] You shit on the "small," you spit on the "weak" But you’re the only one here whose future is bleak You bought the company, you bought the street But you can't buy the rhythm when the heart skips a beat To you, a human is a decimal point A piece of meat to grease the rusted joint Keep climbing higher, keep kicking the rungs But the air gets thin for your expensive lungs. [Bridge] Grasp for it! (It’s slipping!) Reach for it! (It’s dripping!) Blood on the coin! Acid in the oil! You’re a god in a cage! You’re a king on a coil! Look at them laughing while they spend your name! To them, you’re a checkbook... to you, it’s a game! [Chorus] The bank is full but the bed is cold! You’re selling your soul for the things you hold! They don’t love the man, they love the prize I can see the hunger in their painted eyes! No matter the weight of the gold in your hand You’re building a castle on sinking sand! You’ll never be loved! You’re just a transaction! [Outro] Nothing in the wallet... Nothing in the chest... Lay your head down... Give the greed a rest.

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