First there

(Verse 1)
The coffee’s black, the boots are laced by 5 A.M.
Got two hundred thousand miles on this set of rims
I’m the guy you call if life throws a wrench
I’m the guy who shows up when you’re at your worst
years walking into the heat
years hauling loads down the street
I tell a joke, I slap a back, I pay the bill
I’m the jack of all trades, with an iron will.
(Chorus)
Yeah, the engine runs smooth and the paint looks shine
But nobody checks what’s crossing the line
I’m functioning fine, I’m playing the part
While a quiet war is dismantling my heart
I save the day, I clear the lane, I stop the bleeding
But nobody asks what the savior is needing
Yeah, I’m the first responder to everyone’s crash
But I’m standing alone in my own pile of ash.
(Verse 2)
They see the dad who fights for his kin
Who takes the loss on the chin and just starts again,
Driving three hundred miles to see his angels face, 
Running a marathon at a sprinter’s pace
But they don’t see the drive when the radio dies,

When the ghosts of the past start to fill up my eyes of That winter night call..

The Memories of my  Angels take over, I can still see them as I open that door, feeling their body’s in my arms today, feel that cold numbness wrap around me as I feel warmth of their blood on my hands as I watch their eyes drift off to heaven as the sirens screams in distant as I was first engine to arrive. 
Not knowing who was inside before I tore that door open..
Oh my angels your loss of my soul that night, how life never was the same for that kid that winter night..
He carry’s your last breath in his chest for eternity as he picks up the pieces of your broken heart’s.. 
(Chorus)
Yeah, the engine runs smooth and the paint looks shine
But nobody checks what’s crossing the line
I’m functioning fine, I’m playing the part
While a quiet war is dismantling my heart
I save the day, I clear the lane, I stop the bleeding
But nobody asks what the savior is needing
Yeah, I’m the first responder to everyone’s crash
But I’m standing alone in my own pile of ash.
(Bridge)
(Tempo slows down, music gets quieter—just a single guitar picking)
Now the sun goes down and the house gets dark
And the silence bites harder than a frantic bark
I stare at the ceiling, in a room full of dread
Weighing the reasons to get out of this head
The world thinks I’m solid, a rock in the stream
But I’m just a man holding on to a seam.
(Guitar Solo - Bluesy and melancholic)
(Outro)
But the alarm’s gonna ring.
Yeah, the alarm’s gonna ring.
So I’ll lock up the demons and survive the night.
I’m not okay... but I’ll go.
I’m not okay... but they’ll never know..
I see your face in your baby sister’s and baby brother’s faces today, I miss you my Angels.. 

(Fade out on a final, ringing chord)

dark southern gothic, heavy rap-metal,distorted acoustic slide guitar, syncopated industrial drum beats, aggressive live