Something's off, it feels wrong
Feeling dread all day long
My fingers itch
Feel like playing something rich
A thought comes and knocks on a door in my head
Its giving me an excuse to shred
I am supposed to write
Process takes the whole damn night
Words don't come out
Don't know what the song's about
That same old thought comes back when I'm on my bed
And it's that same old excuse to shred
Pinch the string, hear the squeal
Hit the chord, seal the deal
Turn it down to D
Create a new melody
The thought comes back and I will tell you what it said
No surprise here it's an excuse to shred