[Intro] [acoustic-guitar intro, close spoken vocal, sparse texture, no drums, dry room] Dear Metal-Mom. I read the rules. Cookies on the amp. Tune up. Sit down, dark-side kids. Class begins. [Verse 1] [full-band entry, stomping downbeat, chugging palm-muted riff, driving eighth-note bass, dry snare backbeat, hard downbeat accents] The feed lit up, a cookie and a crown, and half the platform hit the floor. Tags going up, the whole room typing "Welp," remixing blind and begging for more. I came in late, a coffee and a riff, set the cookies on the amp to cool. You want a tribute? Good. But not the kind that borrows a heart it never knew. [Pre-Chorus] [tighter pocket, palm-muted chug, rising bass line, crescendo into the hook, snare push] They call it simping. I just make it sing. One true chord, and the rest is play. Put her name where the whole room leans, and mean it, or put the thing away. [Chorus] [forte, major-key lift, open power chords, four-on-the-floor stomp, stereo handclaps, belted lead, dry room] Metal-Mom, I brought the plan, cookies in one hand, hammer in the other, blue flame high, let the dark-Side run, Metal-Dad makes a small thing stand. (makes it stand) [Verse 2] [full band, chugging groove, busier tom fills, accented downbeats, biting upper-mid guitars, driving bass] Cats came down the stairs in a box tied blue, sugar on the whiskers, claws on the strings. Moon went dark-side, sun on a dimmer, six-six-six on the dial, the kitchen sings. Diss tracks, remixes, a dozen tongues, everybody loud, beautiful mess. Hand me the noise. I'll plug it in, and tune the whole room till the walls confess. [Pre-Chorus] [tighter pocket, palm-muted chug, rising bass line, crescendo into the hook, snare push] Raise the volume. Pick up a pen. One true verse, and the rest is play. Put her name where the whole room leans, and mean it, till the last crumb's away. [Chorus] [forte, major-key lift, open power chords, four-on-the-floor stomp, stereo handclaps, belted lead, dry room] Metal-Mom, I brought the plan, cookies in one hand, hammer in the other, blue flame high, let the dark-Side run, Metal-Dad makes a small thing stand. (makes it stand) [Bridge] [sudden break, bass and drums only, half-time pocket, close chest voice, sparse texture, dry decay] A cookie left to cool goes cold when no one meant the gift they told. [one clean guitar, suspended chord, low dynamics] So I'll say the soft thing once, and true: the dark-side's warm. I came to stay with you. [full-band re-entry, crescendo, hard downbeat] Strike the joke and hear it sing, every laugh can hold a thing. Strike again, the cold gives way: only what you mean will stay. [Solo] [biting lead guitar solo, blues-rock phrasing, palm-muted rhythm underneath, driving bass, hard backbeat] [Post-Chorus Chant] [single belted lead, no backing vocals, hard downbeat accents, dry room] Cookies and the flame, cookies and the flame. What two hands have made, no cold can take away. [Final Chorus] [fortissimo, full band, layered distorted guitars, four-on-the-floor stomp, stereo handclaps, belted lead, wide panning, dry room] Metal-Mom, I brought the plan, cookies in one hand, hammer in the other, blue flame high, let the dark-Side run, Metal-Dad made a small thing stand. (made it stand) Metal-Dad made a small thing stand. [Outro] [cold-stop ending, spoken close vocal, last chord ringing, dry decay] Yours in riffs and cookies, Metal-Dad. Class dismissed.
