[Intro] [Gritty, isolated drop-D electric guitar riff, slow and menacing] [Heavy drum kick enters on the downbeat] [Vocals raspy and gravelly, like Chad Kroeger] [Verse 1] Dust motes dancing in the pawn shop haze I traded my soul for a fiberglass maze Found her hanging by a rusted chain A vintage Stratocaster with a crimson stain The wood felt warm, vibrating in my palm A sudden break in the starving artist calm I plugged her into a blown-out amp And the static smelled like a cellar damp. [Chorus] [Explosive Nickelback style heavy chugging guitars] [Massive, wide drum mix] Oh, the bloody guitar sings a siren’s chord! Cutting through the silence like a jagged sword! Fame is a currency paid in copper and red I’m playing for the living but I’m tuning for the dead! Yeah, I’m tuning for the dead! [Verse 2] [Instruments pull back to bass and drum groove] [Vocals low and brooding] First gig at the tavern, the crowd went wild I bent the G-string and the devil smiled But my fingertips split on the rusted frets Bleeding out my failures and my unpaid debts The rhythm section couldn't match the blistering pace The drummer threw his sticks, spit in my face Said I was possessed, said I stole the show I just grinned and let the feedback grow. [Chorus] [Full post-grunge wall of sound] Oh, the bloody guitar sings a siren’s chord! Cutting through the silence like a jagged sword! Fame is a currency paid in copper and red I’m playing for the living but I’m tuning for the dead! [Bridge] [Tempo slows, heavy palm-muted chugging] [Vocals shift to a frantic spoken-word growl] Backstage shadow, argument getting loud The bassist telling me I’m too damn proud I tried to put the Fender in its velvet case But the strap wrapped tighter like a snake's embrace. [Verse 3 - The Twist] [Erratic, chaotic guitar squeals] [Tempo accelerates into a frenzy] The wood is drinking from the veins in my wrist! My arm swings up in a violent, forced twist! I didn't swing the neck, she swung my heavy hand! Caving in the skulls of my own damn band! The pickups are humming with a sinister glow Fusing to my ribcage, refusing to let go! [Outro] [Vocals wailing, pure grunge agony] I’m a puppet of the wire! A prisoner of the wood! Playing the solo like a demon should! [Guitar solo plays flawlessly while the singer screams in the background] [Sudden sharp feedback squeal] [Silence]
