Don’t Mess With The Boom-Makers

[Verse 1]
Dice hit the table
Torch smoke
Stale ale
You laugh at the weird kid
Sorting vials by scale
Little glass thunder
Lined up in a row
You think he’s just flavor
You don’t wanna know
[Chorus]
Don’t mess with the alchemist (hey!)
He smiles when it all goes wrong
One spark and you cease to exist
He’s been humming your death song
You swing steel
He twists fate
Turning one round into a cratered room
Don’t mess with the alchemist
He makes prayers go boom
[Verse 2]
Tinkered-up crossbow
Wires on the stock
She’s sketching in sawdust
Muttering through chalk
You joke about “book nerds”
“Leave the killing to us”
She flips one hidden lever
Turns your bragging into dust
[Chorus]
Don’t mess with the artificer (woah)
She’s a storm in a leather coat
One trigger and the floor gets thinner
You’re a footnote in her notes
You swing steel
She bends laws
Turns a small spark into a sunlit tomb
Don’t mess with the artificer
She writes futures that boom
[Bridge]
You brought blades to a blast fight
You brought rage to a cage full of fuses
You thought brains meant dead weight
Now you’re learning how it bruises
[Chorus]
Don’t mess with the alchemist
Don’t laugh at the artificer’s plans
You’re still swinging at shadows
They’re rewriting all the lands
You swing steel
They break gods
Turn a low roll into your doom
Don’t mess with the boom-makers (hey!)
They’re the reason dungeons bloom
Yeah
Don’t mess with the boom-makers
They make everything go boom

rock, Crunchy 90s-style grunge rock, male vocals. Dirty overdriven guitars in dropped tuning, thick bass snarling in the low mids, loose-tuned drums with roomy overheads. Verses stay tense and half-muted, drums riding on the hats; choruses explode with open chords, crash-heavy groove, and shouted gang vocals on the hook. Short, chaotic fuzzed-out lead break before the bridge, then a final chorus that feels like the whole party yelling in a tavern basement., grunge