The Sonic Shield 2

[Intro] [Verse 1] I see the red doors closing, and they want to paint them black, A toxic storm is raging, but I am never looking back. The rain is hitting hard against my double-glazed defense, While you are typing messages that make no fucking sense. You try to call, you try to cry, you try to find a crack, But I’m a finished cynic on a different audio track. I turn the heavy knob of my amplifier line, And let the wall of speakers cut your connection with mine. [Chorus] Oh, paint it black, and turn it up aloud! I’m safe inside my fortress, rising high above the crowd. An A-minor thunder, a heavy rolling beat, Drowning all the memories of your beautiful deceit. The sub-bass is my armor, the strings are like a sword, Your dramatic treason is completely ignored. The didgeridoo is humming, the tubes are blazing bright, I’m locked inside the music... and I’m winning this fight! [Verse 2] You thought your sexual venom would forever leave a scar, But you are just a whisper from a planet that is far. The columns are vibrating, creating pure acoustic field, A sovereign sanctuary that will never shake or yield. The African Kora strings are dancing with the rock, As I freeze your fake apocalypse and melt your digital clock. You’re screaming in a vacuum, a shadow in the rain, While I am drinking freedom, washing out the vintage pain. [Bridge] (The heavy drums drop out. Only a pulsing electronic bassline, a crying Duduk, and a very close, cold whisper into the microphone) The phone is dead... The storm is outside. Behind this sound wall, There is nowhere for you to hide. [Outro] Paint it black! My shield is on. Nothing hurts. (Fade out with a screaming guitar feedback and a sudden, sharp mechanical amplifier click into total silence)