I Have a Chainsaw

Verse 1

Factory sirens scrape my skull at dawn

While dead-eyed prophets sell another lie

“Stay adaptable” gets hammered till I'm numb

Like cattle taught to thank the butcher’s knife

My headphones choke the static from the street

Blast beats rattling loose the rust inside

Every polished fraud sounds bitterly obsolete

While influencers grin with septic eyes

Pre-Chorus

Every smile feels staged

Every handshake counterfeit

Every “dream” comes pre-packaged

Wrapped in corporate filth

CHORUS

I HAVE A CHAINSAW

Rip the plastic from the walls

I HAVE A CHAINSAW

Hear the fragile empire crawl

I HAVE A CHAINSAW

Chew the empty words apart

Laughing like a mad dog

With splinters glittering in my heart

Verse 2

Jessica’s husband bought a bleeding Tesla shell

Now they’re “building brands” inside a rented life

Posting fake awakenings from curated little cells

Selling empty lungs as if they breathe divine

That table heard enough obedient disease

“Five-year plans” and hustle-bred decay

So I fed the blade the gospel of routine

Watched the sawdust carry years away

Pre-Chorus

All these saints of greed

Speak in algorithm tongues

But their paradise is paper

And the fire’s already lit

CHORUS

I HAVE A CHAINSAW

Rip the plastic from the walls

I HAVE A CHAINSAW

Hear the fragile empire crawl

I HAVE A CHAINSAW

Chew the empty words apart

Laughing like a mad dog

With splinters glittering in my heart

Guitar Solo

(Wild tremolo chaos with dive bombs and feedback shrieks)

Breakdown

Cut the garden bench to splinters in the yard

Slice the chrome illusion straight in half

Neighbors filming through their glowing prison bars

Hungry little vultures feeding on collapse

Blue lights twitch across the pavement like disease

Somebody screams for me to drop the blade

But for the first damn time my lungs can finally breathe

And every nerve inside me wakes

CHORUS

I HAVE A CHAINSAW

Rip the plastic from the walls

I HAVE A CHAINSAW

Hear the fragile empire crawl

I HAVE A CHAINSAW

Chew the empty words apart

Laughing like a mad dog

With splinters glittering in my heart

Bridge

White room

Soft walls

Heavy pills

No pulse

They ask me if I feel remorse

Like guilt should bloom where rot once lived

But silence never felt this warm

And freedom tastes metallic

FINAL CHORUS

I HAVE A CHAINSAW

And the engine sings my name

I HAVE A CHAINSAW

Cutting straight through all the shame

I HAVE A CHAINSAW

Now the noise is finally gone

Still grinning in the madhouse

Like the first man ever born

Final Guitar Solo

(Long emotional lead evolving into violent harmonized chaos before collapsing into raw amplifier feedback)