Heavy Blow

© Lia | 19.06.2026

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In the cold lamp glow, dust waltzes with shade,
My hand finds the neck — and the magic is made.
Sliding up the frets, then down below —
Every nerve screams alive, and I let it go.
Micro-shift — I'm not here, I'm through —
Surrendered to steel, I'm split in two.
My fingers wear the fretboard raw and thin —
I watch this ringing world begin to spin.
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This sound — a sucker punch to the chest!
The wave sweeps my feet — it shatters the rest!
Kick drums crack our ribs, chill to the bone —
And the strings start to howl, to warm the void alone.
I barely grazed the strings with my hand —
And the metal inside me broke its command.
The drummer throws a roll to the sky —
We braided this sound, and now it flies!
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My hand rides the ridges, fret by fret,
Ripping the shroud of the silence we've met.
Sticks rise like blades, stealing the air —
They're too tight in the cage, they're breaking for prayer.
I sink to the minor — the silence turns dead...
But the drummer stays sharp — he cuts through instead!
The rhythm's gravity pulls me to drown —
We tear through the pull, we spin and we crown!
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Just one note... a hum without end...
It crawls through the cracks where my senses bend...
A trembling harmonic — a ghost in the dark...
It snaps all the loops and burns all the keys — a spark!
Fingers race the wood... Up! Down!
The harmonic screams — it's tearing it down!
Slide... grind... overdrive at the edge —
We're forging our chaos right off the ledge!
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Hey, silence, meet your final blow!
The guitar fire takes control!
Kicks — like the pulse of a wounded earth,
Strings — like nerves twisted since birth.
And deep in the roar, in the storm of notes,
Where the guitar leads and the drummer floats —
That breakthrough is born, that shift in the code —
Where two of us carve our explosive road!
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Slide... down... the last chord bleeds...
The roll fades out, the silence feeds...
But the pulse remains... We feel the glow...
That was a killer sound... A heavy blow...
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