[Intro] – (static, low hum, faint radio distortion) [spoken] “If you can still hear me out there… Light’s gone black, but the sermon never stops…” (Kick in: grinding drums, growl of a chainsaw guitar) [Verse 1] Steel dust in my teeth, sun’s burnin’ cold, I’m preachin’ to the shadows from a tower of mold. The hum’s my choir, the static my band, Singin’ hallelujahs with a bloodstained hand. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the sky cracked open, and the stars bled red, The ash fell thick where the saints once bled, I keep twistin’ the dial but all I find— Is the echo of a world left blind. [Chorus] This is my ash sermon blues, Preachin’ truth through the broken fuse. If the devil’s still dancin’, I’ll keep time, With a rusted cross and a bottle of grime. Ash sermon blues… oh, ash sermon blues… Every sinner’s tuned to the end-time news. [Verse 2] Shadow folk whisper through the static hiss, Promisin’ warmth but they bite like this. One tried knockin’ at my broadcast door, I said “no entry”—heard ‘em hum once more. [Bridge] – (slow, heavy, echoing guitar riff; harmonica howls faintly) Signal Eaters in the frequency lines, They feast on your fear, rewrite your signs. They say the crater hums like a choir divine, But the beast in the pit’s got a voice like mine. (Guitar Solo – 45 seconds) Screamin’ slide riffs over pounding industrial beat, harmonica duel mid-solo. [Breakdown] – (whispered vox through radio static) “Heard ‘em on the airwaves last night… Preachin’ back at me. Maybe I’m the one they’re tunin’ through…” [Final Chorus] – (full chaos mode) This is my ash sermon blues, Broadcastin’ from the smoke and the bruise. Heaven’s closed, but hell’s still online, Dial me in, baby, till the end of time. Ash sermon blues… one last cue, If you’re hearin’ me now… you’re hummin’ too. [Outro] – (hum fades, soft guitar feedback, faint whisper) [spoken whisper] “...End of the sermon. End of the line. The hum’s still hummin’. So am I.”
