Manifold Port

Necking phenolic-lung male rock singer, 158 BPM scuba-manifold rock, piston kick, tight snare, stacked guitars, thick bass, necking loud hooks, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals, ‑generic pop vocal

V6-WILD

[Verse 1: Necking phenolic-lung male rock singer, necking]
Bench cold under a palm that knows every fray
I carry grease and timing and a chart that still fits day
Top port holds the first breath, I seat and pass it on
Evening dive waits on my seal before they cue at dawn
Hands on the knob, lungs full of dust and chalk
Headset dead for hours, so the voice becomes the walk
I do not own the tank, I own the middle span
If my port blanks out, the whole breath loses plan

[Verse 2: Necking phenolic-lung male rock singer, colder, necking]
He wants the hard seat, the twist that slams with pride
I leave a little float so his ear has to decide
Stacked guitars wait on my mouth to call the land
Tight snare answers when the seating meets my hand
No trophy photo, no speech about the past
Just knob on the bench and a seal that has to last
Necking through the doubt like a vow with no crowd
Loud enough for the port, quiet enough for the cloud

[Bridge: Necking phenolic-lung male rock singer, port seal, necking]
Port seal under both gloves
Guitars stack hard on the proofs
Dive never needs a speech to know
The tank is mine when the float says so

[Verse 3: Necking phenolic-lung male rock singer, necking, louder]
He feels the half-turn and the manifold takes the proof
I step back half a pace and let him own the roof
Boots on the grade already testing the give
I hear the seal once and know the float will live
My job is the teach, not the plaque or the board
Seal seats, tank holds, that is the whole reward
Leave the chart folded where the next dawn can see
Port seal means the dive and the bench agree

[Outro: Necking phenolic-lung male rock singer, proud cold, stacked guitars ring out and fade]
Port seal, Saturday
Tell the tank I said stay

[End]

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[Hook: Necking phenolic-lung male rock singer, loud, necking] Port seals when the manifold still trusts my float Not a speech, a seating you can prove by rote Grip the knob, mark the mark, send the next breath through Tank holds only if the middle seal is true [Verse 1: Necking phenolic-lung male rock singer, necking] Bench cold under a palm that knows every fray I carry grease and timing and a chart that still fits day Top port holds the first breath, I seat and pass it on Evening dive waits on my seal before they cue at dawn Hands on the knob, lungs full of dust and chalk Headset dead for hours, so the voice becomes the walk I do not own the tank, I own the middle span If my port blanks out, the whole breath loses plan [Verse 2: Necking phenolic-lung male rock singer, colder, necking] He wants the hard seat, the twist that slams with pride I leave a little float so his ear has to decide Stacked guitars wait on my mouth to call the land Tight snare answers when the seating meets my hand No trophy photo, no speech about the past Just knob on the bench and a seal that has to last Necking through the doubt like a vow with no crowd Loud enough for the port, quiet enough for the cloud [Bridge: Necking phenolic-lung male rock singer, port seal, necking] Port seal under both gloves Guitars stack hard on the proofs Dive never needs a speech to know The tank is mine when the float says so [Verse 3: Necking phenolic-lung male rock singer, necking, louder] He feels the half-turn and the manifold takes the proof I step back half a pace and let him own the roof Boots on the grade already testing the give I hear the seal once and know the float will live My job is the teach, not the plaque or the board Seal seats, tank holds, that is the whole reward Leave the chart folded where the next dawn can see Port seal means the dive and the bench agree [Hook: Necking phenolic-lung male rock singer, loud, necking] Port seals when the manifold still trusts my float Not a speech, a seating you can prove by rote Grip the knob, mark the mark, send the next breath through Tank holds only if the middle seal is true [Outro: Necking phenolic-lung male rock singer, proud cold, stacked guitars ring out and fade] Port seal, Saturday Tell the tank I said stay [End]

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