ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
Six strings ripping through the air
Like violence everywhere
Every amp stack overloaded
Every heartbeat corroded
Flying picks and broken teeth
Subwoofers beneath the feet
Crowd erupts into the pit
As the lights begin to split
Shredded fingers dripping blood
Mixing with the mud
Every riff cuts deeper now
Like a chainsaw through the crowd
DIG
THE
MASS
GRAVE
Turn the cabinets to red
Wake the fucking dead
SIX-STRING MASS GRAVE
EVERYBODY MISBEHAVE
DISTORTION DRIVEN THROUGH THE SKY
LOUD ENOUGH TO FUCKING DIE
SIX-STRING MASS GRAVE
NO ONE HERE GETS SAVED
EVERY SOLO IGNITES THE ROOM
EVERY DRUMBEAT SPELLS YOUR DOOM
Whammy bars distort reality
Feedback loops insanity
Every tremolo attack
Feels like the planet crack
Double kicks and violent lows
Bodies spinning in the rows
Every neck begins to snap
Inside the sonic collapse
Marshall walls and burning tubes
Fueling chaos in the room
Every breakdown detonates
Like amplified hate
SHRED
THE
SKY
CHUG
BLEGH
CHUG
BLEGH
SIX-STRING MASS GRAVE
EVERY RIFF A HAND GRENADE
EVERY HUMAN SHAKING HARD
UNDERNEATH THE GUITAR SCARS
Still ringing
