[Verse 1] (Spoken/Rap)
Yeah… One for the money, two for the show
Three chords to heaven, a decade ago
Lived on a Greyhound, a backstage, a floor
Jack for the courage, a knock on the door
Screamed at the demons, they screamed right on back
A chemical symphony, painted in black
The roar was a baptism, the silence a sin
Another town, another hotel we’d never check in…
The strings were my scripture, the feedback, my prayer
A different girl's perfume tangled in my hair
A life in fast-forward, a blur and a blaze
Chasing the ghost of that first honest praise.
[Pre-Chorus]
They said, "Live fast, die young, leave a beautiful c****e"
But the punchline's a hospital, a cold, sterile force…
And the encore…
[Chorus] (Gritty Rock)
NOW THE B**T'S A SIREN IN MY SHATTERED SKULL!
A one-eyed jack, and the world's grown dull!
This half-a-face in the mirror don't lie…
I traded the spotlight… FOR A BLOODSHOT SKY!
Yeah, I rode the lightning… but it struck me down
Just a whisper and a tremble where there once was sound…
A ROCK AND ROLL CASUALTY, CHECK THE PRICE!
PAID IN PULSES, PARALYSIS, AND SACRIFICE!
[Verse 2] (Rap)
The right side's a stranger, it just won't comply
My pick-holding hand… just waves a goodbye
The words get all tangled behind my numb smile
A prisoner doing a perp-walk down the aisle
I used to command ‘em, a thousand at once
Now I argue with nurses over my lunch
The phantom limb twitches… playing a solo
To a memory of fire, now just dying ember glow…
And the left eye… man, the left eye’s a curtain
A permanent midnight, for certain, for certain
Where there used to be faces, and neon, and flight
Now it’s just… a void… feeding the night.
[Pre-Chorus]
They sold me the legend, the leather, the lace
But they forgot to mention the fall from grace…
Is there an encore?
[Chorus]
‘CAUSE THE B**T'S A SIREN IN MY SHATTERED SKULL!
A one-eyed jack, and the world's grown dull!
This half-a-face in the mirror screams why…
Did I trade the spotlight… FOR A BLOODSHOT SKY?
I rode the lightning… yeah, it struck me down
Just a tremor and a mumble where there once was sound…
A ROCK AND ROLL CASUALTY, SIGN THE RECEIPT!
PAID IN TREMORS, IN DARKNESS, AND A PROMISE BROKEN CHEAP!
[Bridge]
The stroke of a pen… the stroke of a clock…
The stroke that landed… like a bone-deep shock.
It didn't come raging, no hurricane wall…
Just a quiet betrayal… that took… took it all.
I can’t even read the plaques on the wall…
Just shadows and echoes where I used to stand tall.
The right side’s a statue… the left’s a black sea…
And the music inside… is screaming to be free…
[Guitar Solo]
[Outro]
So you want the story?… The truth, not the lie?
It ain’t all glory… watching a world die…
Through one… good… eye.
Yeah…
Just one… good… eye…
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