“Raised on Static and Sin”
(• southern gothic alt-rock anthem)
[Intro]
[Music: distorted radio static, swampy guitar riff, deep bass pulse]
Turn the radio louder.
Maybe it’ll drown out the ghosts awhile.
[Verse 1]
[Music: hypnotic dirty guitar groove, gritty vocals]
Raised in a nowhere town
Where dreams fade cheap and slow
Front porch sermons on Sundays
Moonshine secrets after dark though
Mama prayed for redemption
Daddy drank through regret
I learned survival early
And baby, I ain’t stopped yet
Had rock songs in my bloodstream
And rebellion in my lungs
Whole town tried to shame me
Cause wild girls make people uncomfortable
[Pre-Chorus]
[Music: drums tighten, vocal intensity grows]
I got scars in my rearview
And fire beneath my skin
[CHORUS]
[Music: explosive southern alt-rock chorus]
Raised on static and sin
Late-night radio and broken men
Half small-town heartbreak
Half rebellion
Still got gasoline prayers in my bones
Still hear sirens calling me home
Baby, I was born loud
Raised on static and sin
[Verse 2]
[Music: heavier drums, bassline grooves harder]
Cheap tattoos and motel lights
Backseat poetry at midnight
Everybody saying “slow down”
Like wild hearts ever listen right
Now I wear my scars proudly
Like trophies from another war
Cause surviving your hometown
Leaves cracks nobody talks about
And every bad decision
Still sings sweet in my chest
Funny how the things that wreck you
Sometimes fit you best
[Pre-Chorus]
[Music: electric guitar swells dramatically]
Some people inherit comfort
Some inherit survival instincts
[CHORUS]
[Music: louder, crowd chant energy]
Raised on static and sin
Dusty roads and adrenaline
Still chasing freedom
Like it owes me something
And if heaven don’t want me now
That’s alright, I’ve come this far
Cause legends don’t rise quietly
They rise with battle scars
[Bridge]
[Music: stripped distorted radio vocals, eerie atmosphere]
Maybe I was never meant
For ordinary living
Maybe some souls are born
Just to shake the walls a little
[slow drum build]
And every person who tried to tame me
Only taught me how to run faster
[Music detonates upward violently]
[Final Chorus]
[Music: full chaotic southern-rock climax, layered vocals]
Raised on static and sin
Still carrying ghosts in the wind
Still finding beauty somehow
Inside all my bad habits
And if this town don’t forgive me
That’s alright, I never fit in
Cause wild hearts don’t die quietly
They burn like neon in the dark
Raised on static and sin
Raised on static and sin
[Outro]
[Music: fading radio static, lonely guitar hum]
Some people grow roots.
Some people grow teeth.
Depends what raised them.
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