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[Intro: 4 bars instrumental build. Dark cinematic tone. Low sub rumble. Distorted chicken percussion. Rising filtered guitars. Reverse reverb into first line.] [Verse 1: keep vocals intimate with slight grit.] This quiet’s gonna kill me, this plannin’ is a bore I’m a chain reaction waitin’ on a dirty concrete floor Hazel Dell is sleepin’, it’s almost two A.M…. [guitar solo: 8 bars. Overdriven lead, wide stereo.] [Verse 1B: energy lift, light saturation on vocal edges.] Precious has her theories, Hexa’s in the code I’m just a loaded shotgun ’bout to lighten up the load. [Pre Chorus: add gang shouts subtly behind key phrases.] Some folks solve their problems with their money or their mouth! I just wanna spark a flame and burn the whole thing south! Yeah, you can call me crazy, you can call me insane! I’m just a simple Pyro, I got gasoline for brains! Pyro! [Transition: 2 bars. Half time drums, metallic hits, riser.] [Verse 2: brighter guitars, tighter drums.] A plan is just a theory, a whisper in the dark The only thing I trust is the beauty of a spark You can talk about your ethics, your calculus of sin I just see a locked door that I need to be let in And a key made out of fire is the only one I own It always turns the lock and leaves you standin’ all alone. [Pre Chorus: crowd chant Pyro on final bar.] Some folks solve their problems with their money or their mouth! I just wanna spark a flame and burn the whole thing south! Yeah, you can call me crazy, you can call me insane! I’m just a simple Pyro, I got gasoline for brains! Pyro! [Bridge: heavy build. Toms pounding. Distortion riser.] This waitin’ game is over. This plannin’ is all done. I respect the slow approach, but a fire is way more fun. I’m done with being careful. I’m done with being smart. It’s time to throw a Molotov right at the city’s heart. [Final Chorus: full power, double tracked vocals, octave add, gang shouts.] ‘CAUSE YOU CAN CALL ME CRAZY, YOU CAN CALL ME INSANE! I’M JUST A SIMPLE Pyro I GOT GASOLINE FOR BRAINS! Pyro! [Outro: whispered, long reverb tail.] “Fuck the plan.”