Nerve Damage

Desert rock, hard rock, alternative rock, stoner rock, garage rock, punk rock, new age, UK British vocals

February 8, 2025 at 12:20 AMv4

[Instrumental Intro]
[Explosive, distorted guitar riff—fast, gritty, with pounding drums driving the energy straight into the first verse.]

[Verse 1]
Cheap thrill, hard pill, blackout parade,
Strung-out heartbeat, chasing the fade.
High heels, low deals, cracks in the chrome,
Selling off pieces you’ll never own.

[Pre-Chorus]
White-knuckle grip, holding nothing tight,
Bite down hard just to feel alive.
Burn it up fast, let the silence shout,
Heart on the line, gonna bleed it out.

[Chorus]
This is nerve damage, cut to the bone,
Static in the veins, wired to implode.
Can’t feel nothing, can’t find the switch,
Living like a scratch you’ll never itch.

[Instrumental Section]
[Guitar riff explodes again, sharp and punchy, drums hitting with relentless force.]

[Verse 2]
Lipstick stain on a rearview ghost,
Heart’s been evicted, lost the lease the most.
Cash for confessions, truth on delay,
Dressed up regret, sold out for the play.

[Pre-Chorus]
White-knuckle grip, holding nothing tight,
Bite down hard just to feel alive.
Burn it up fast, let the silence shout,
Heart on the line, gonna bleed it out.

[Chorus]
This is nerve damage, cut to the bone,
Static in the veins, wired to implode.
Can’t feel nothing, can’t find the switch,
Living like a scratch you’ll never itch.

[Bridge]
[Music drops to a gritty, tense build-up-style scream coming in hot.]
Crashing like waves in a bottle of glass,
Breaking every promise you swore would last.
Echoes in the dark, shadows in the glow—
Is this all you are, or just all you know?

[Post Bridge Pre-Chorus]
White-knuckle grip, holding nothing tight,
Bite down hard just to feel alive.
Burn it up fast, let the silence shout,
Heart on the line, gonna bleed it out.

[Final Chorus]
[Full-on blast—drums, guitars, vocals at max intensity.]
This is nerve damage, cut to the bone,
Static in the veins, wired to implode.
Can’t feel nothing, can’t find the switch,
Living like a scratch you’ll never itch.

[Outro]
[The riff slows, distorted feedback fading out like frayed wires burning out—leaving a raw, empty echo.]

[Instrumental Intro] [Explosive, distorted guitar riff—fast, gritty, with pounding drums driving the energy straight into the first verse.] [Verse 1] Cheap thrill, hard pill, blackout parade, Strung-out heartbeat, chasing the fade. High heels, low deals, cracks in the chrome, Selling off pieces you’ll never own. [Pre-Chorus] White-knuckle grip, holding nothing tight, Bite down hard just to feel alive. Burn it up fast, let the silence shout, Heart on the line, gonna bleed it out. [Chorus] This is nerve damage, cut to the bone, Static in the veins, wired to implode. Can’t feel nothing, can’t find the switch, Living like a scratch you’ll never itch. [Instrumental Section] [Guitar riff explodes again, sharp and punchy, drums hitting with relentless force.] [Verse 2] Lipstick stain on a rearview ghost, Heart’s been evicted, lost the lease the most. Cash for confessions, truth on delay, Dressed up regret, sold out for the play. [Pre-Chorus] White-knuckle grip, holding nothing tight, Bite down hard just to feel alive. Burn it up fast, let the silence shout, Heart on the line, gonna bleed it out. [Chorus] This is nerve damage, cut to the bone, Static in the veins, wired to implode. Can’t feel nothing, can’t find the switch, Living like a scratch you’ll never itch. [Bridge] [Music drops to a gritty, tense build-up-style scream coming in hot.] Crashing like waves in a bottle of glass, Breaking every promise you swore would last. Echoes in the dark, shadows in the glow— Is this all you are, or just all you know? [Post Bridge Pre-Chorus] White-knuckle grip, holding nothing tight, Bite down hard just to feel alive. Burn it up fast, let the silence shout, Heart on the line, gonna bleed it out. [Final Chorus] [Full-on blast—drums, guitars, vocals at max intensity.] This is nerve damage, cut to the bone, Static in the veins, wired to implode. Can’t feel nothing, can’t find the switch, Living like a scratch you’ll never itch. [Outro] [The riff slows, distorted feedback fading out like frayed wires burning out—leaving a raw, empty echo.]