**"Wires in the Storm"**
**Dramatic Angry Blues Jazz Rock**
**40 BPM** (Slow, grinding heartbeat kick. Smoky blues guitar weeping through minor chords, jazz piano stabbing like broken thoughts, trap-tinged 808s rumbling low and menacing, rock distortion swelling into furious waves — every element drags, building like pressure before a breakdown)
**[Intro – Raspy, half-whispered over lone detuned piano and distant thunderous bass]**
You see the wires… but you never hear the storm…
Laugh while the lights go out…
**[Verse 1 – Bluesy growl, voice cracking with restrained fury]**
I move through the world with circuits crossed and flickering,
You call it stubborn weather, say I’m summoning the rain just to win.
Every spark that jumps the line, you name it my little game,
Throwing fits for attention, like a child who forgot their place.
I keep the house lit, the engine running smooth without a word,
Anticipate the cracks before they even form…
But when my sky splits open and the current overloads,
You stand there smiling — like it’s just another show.
**[Chorus – Full band crashes in slow-motion rage: wailing guitar leads, pounding jazz-tinged drums, angry layered vocals]**
You laugh when the tears fall, say I don’t matter in the flood,
Tell me I deserve the lightning cracking through my blood.
“I can’t date a child who can’t keep the wires straight,”
Point at the door every time the system overloads and breaks.
I give you everything, more than asked, without a sound,
But the moment I short-circuit, you drop me to the ground.
Pathetic, ain’t it? Still chained here in the afterglow…
Watching you watch me drown and call it my own show.
**[Verse 2 – Angrier, more dramatic delivery — guitar feedback rising like screaming nerves]**
You’ve got no map for the maze behind my eyes,
Call the tangled signals “tantrums” just to shut down the fight.
No hand when the static eats the quiet in my chest,
Just cold words like knives: “This is what you get.”
I carry the weight, rewrite the broken code every day,
Fix what you never see cracking, keep the whole machine okay.
But when my frame starts glitching, sparks flying wild and raw,
You laugh in my face — then tell me to get out the door.
**[Bridge – Tense jazz piano solo bleeding into heavy rock drop, vocals raw and breaking]**
I feel so small in the wreckage I didn’t choose,
Holding it together while you tighten up the noose.
You refuse the storm, pretend the wires don’t exist,
Blame the thunder on my “games” and clench another fist.
I hate the mirror showing me still standing in this place,
Pathetic for the love that keeps me locked inside your cage…
But the anger burns hotter than the shame I swallow down —
One day these circuits snap… and burn this whole house down.
**[Final Chorus – Explosive, dramatic peak: everything layers in furious slow-motion, blues howl meets rock fury meets jazz chaos]**
Laugh when I break, say I don’t matter,
Ashonedge
