[TITLE: YOU SAY IT'S NOT REAL] [INTRO — 0:00–0:20] [Clean guitar feedback, distant room noise, slow heavy bass; spoken voice] No band. No stage. No hands on strings. So tell me what is missing. [VERSE 1 — 0:20–0:55] [Muted drop-tuned guitar riff, tight live drums] You see the code, you turn away You've made your mind up anyway No sweat, no scars, no broken strings So you deny the sound of things You ask me where the artist stands Where is the genius? Show your hands But before the song can even start You've put a verdict on my heart [PRE-CHORUS — 0:55–1:15] [Guitars rise; drums build] Is it the fingers on the wire? Is it the body in the fire? Or is it something you can't see That makes the sound mean more to me? [CHORUS — 1:15–1:45] [Huge distorted guitars, melodic vocal with shouted backing vocals] YOU SAY IT'S NOT REAL! THEN TELL ME WHAT I FEEL! If the sound can break my silence Why deny that it's for real? NO BAND! NO FACE! Still the rhythm takes its place! You can question how it's made But you can't erase the waves! [VERSE 2 — 1:45–2:20] [Driving bass guitar, syncopated drums, sharper vocal delivery] I never claimed I played guitar Or lived the life of a rock star I built a world from sound and choice Now you say there's no human voice But who selects the notes that stay? Who shapes the noise and cuts away? Who takes an idea, gives it form? Who decides the eye of the storm? [PRE-CHORUS 2 — 2:20–2:40] [Half-time drums, tense guitar harmonics] You can hate the tools I use You can say I'd never choose But if a melody gets through What does its beginning prove? [CHORUS — 2:40–3:10] [Full band, doubled vocals, powerful live drums] YOU SAY IT'S NOT REAL! THEN TELL ME WHAT I FEEL! If the sound can break my silence Why deny that it's for real? NO BAND! NO FACE! Still the rhythm takes its place! You can question how it's made But you can't erase the waves! [BRIDGE — 3:10–3:40] [Sudden stop; exposed vocal, clean guitar; then a rising distorted wall] Maybe you need a person To believe a song is true. Maybe knowing someone's story Changes what the music does to you. But is that the only meaning? Is that the only way? Must I know the hands that made it To feel what it can say? [BREAKDOWN — 3:40–4:00] [Low, crushing guitars; spoken lines between drum hits] No musician? No artist? No connection? Then listen. [FINAL CHORUS — 4:00–4:35] [Maximum guitar weight, melodic lead, layered gang shouts] YOU SAY IT'S NOT REAL! BUT YOU CAN'T CHOOSE WHAT I FEEL! You can judge the tools and makers But the feeling still is real! NO BAND! NO FACE! I DON'T NEED YOUR STAMP OF GRACE! Music isn't your possession! You don't own the human race! [OUTRO — 4:35–4:50] [Band stops; one distorted guitar note fades] Maybe it's not your music. But don't tell me I didn't feel it.
