The METHod -9

twd189
Outlaw Country
5 hours agoAria s1
[Intro] (Instrumental: Distorted, droning guitar riff; slow, heavy drumbeat; eerie harmonica whine) [Verse 1] This is a song called The Method Sun bleached the paint off Main Street's signs Quiet desperation, thin blue lines Then came a stranger with a hollow smile Selling sweet oblivion, mile by mile Whispered "crystal grace" takes the edge away Promised sunshine on a rainy day Just a little pinch for the weary soul 'Til the empty jar became the only goal [Chorus] He watched the p****n take the town Smiled as the good folk all fell down Fed the fire, stoked the dread While the living wished that they were d**d Just sat back in his rattling chair Counting cash on poisoned air Dust Devil spinning in the square [Verse 2] Eyes turned to glass beneath the moon Sweat and paranoia filled each room Friendship shattered, trust dissolved In the meth-fueled chaos, all resolve evolved To twitchy fingers, loaded guns Suspicions b*****g everyone A shout, a c***h, a single shot The fragile peace was all forgot [Chorus] He watched the p****n take the town Smiled as the good folk all fell down Fed the fire, stoked the dread While the living wished that they were d**d Just sat back in his rattling chair Counting cash on poisoned air Dust Devil spinning in the square [Bridge] One by one, they turned the blade On the only help they'd ever made Paranoia's feast, a bloody f***t Under the pale electric light No more neighbors, just the hunt For the next forgotten dusty blunt Or the phantom score behind the eyes 'Til the final gasp beneath the skies [Verse 3] The church bell stopped, the diner dark No bark left in the junkyard dog's bark Just broken glass and vacant stares And the heavy scent of d**d affairs The last shot echoed, then the quiet fell A hollow ringing like a funeral bell Over empty porches, empty beds And the silent, grinning dealer's head [Chorus] He watched the p****n take the town Smiled as the good folk all fell down Fed the fire, stoked the dread 'Til every single soul was d**d Just sat back in his rattling chair Counted cash on empty air Dust Devil spinning... nowhere [Outro] (Instrumental: Slow, fading distorted guitar drone; single, final, dissonant harmonica note; slow drum b**t fades to silence)