Dr. Jack Daniels and his "W" therapy
Burns in unison, with the lava like tears
Exuding from my soul
Before it hardens and re-mold, what was
I get a hold of my drinking buddies; the same glass who always listen
And the Six String who's always talking, in a Wah effect...
The white porch bares testament of my pains
The calluses from picking those strings
Releases magma tears within my soul
To you they appear as blood
To me they're trophies?
After the bleeding, those wounds begin to scab, internally.
Clearing the distortion, chords begin to change,
Now I can play a happy song!