Rivetjaw Voltage

Red lamp buzzing over loading door nine, Cable on the floor and the amp starts to whine. Heel on the pedal, room goes dead, Then six black strings split the air overhead. I step through the gap where the guitar leaves space, Every word lands hard before the next phrase. No smooth carpet, no polished stage, Just a microphone, an amp and pressure in the cage. RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! TEAR THROUGH THE FRAME! RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! FEED THAT FLAME! CUT THE RIFF SHORT! LET THE WORDS COME THROUGH! THEN HIT THAT GUITAR LIKE IT OWES SOMETHING TO YOU! RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! The second voice enters from the back of the room, Low enough to make the cabinets bloom. He doesn't chase me, doesn't copy my pace, He leaves one hard sentence hanging in space. Then the guitar answers with three crooked notes, Bass rolls underneath like weight in your throat. Drummer holds back till the last damn word, Then cracks that snare like nothing you've heard. RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! TEAR THROUGH THE FRAME! RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! FEED THAT FLAME! CUT THE RIFF SHORT! LET THE WORDS COME THROUGH! THEN HIT THAT GUITAR LIKE IT OWES SOMETHING TO YOU! RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! Kill the guitar. Leave the hum. One kick. Nothing else. A voice from the dark: Still got power? Another voice: Plenty. Then plug it back in. LIGHTS SHAKE! WIRES BEND! START THAT RIFF AND BREAK IT AGAIN! VOICE COMES FIRST! GUITAR COMES NEXT! DON'T FILL THE SPACE! MAKE THE SPACE HIT BACK! Now the rhythm gets crooked, snare dragging behind, Guitar cuts across it instead of staying in line. Every little clash makes the whole thing breathe, Raw metal above, heavy bass underneath. No pretty bridge, no soft escape, Just tension twisting into another shape. Then the lead string rises, bends into a scream, Cuts across the rhythm like a blade through steam. One guitar low, one tearing up high, Drums stay heavy while the notes collide. RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! PUSH THAT SOUND! RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! SHAKE THE GROUND! TWO HARD GUITARS! VOICES ATTACK! LET THE RIFF DROP OUT THEN BRING IT BACK! RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! NO EASY ROAD! KEEP THAT PRESSURE UNDER LOAD! One last break. Bass alone. Snare comes down like steel on stone. Then every voice hits at the same damn time, Every guitar locks into the line. RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! FULL FORCE NOW! RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! TEAR IT OUT! RIFF! VOICE! RIFF! VOICE! EVERY HIT BECOMES THE CHOICE! RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! LET IT BURN! ONE LAST RIFF! ONE LAST TURN! RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! RIVETJAW VOLTAGE! LET THE FINAL CHORD RETURN.