**Uncle Milton’s Come to Town**
*(Heavy Metal Ballad)*
*(Intro)*
*(Guitar Riff)*
*(Thunderous drums crash in, echoing chaos)*
*(Spoken Bridge)*
*(Verse 1)*
Uncle Milton arrived this morning, with little warning like a spark in the dark,
In a suit of wind, like he always does, with a devilish grin, he's here to expose your sin,
He hurried about and tapped his cane,
Nobody was prepared for that, and it began to rain…
The tide rose up as if a secret to whisper,
Swelling like a blister,
People looking for higher ground,
Too little, too late, nothing to be found…
*(Chorus)*
*Cataclysmic storm, emotions torn*
*Underneath the chaos, what do we receive?*
*Uncle Milton’s come to town, a whirlwind hellbound*
*(Verse 2)*
The sky caught on fire, drowning in our desires,
Licking the clouds like they’re made of paper.
Cat 5. You know what that means, it's not a dream...
From the wind, ya gotta hide, from the floodwaters you either run or die,
Gotta get up, get up, to higher ground, gotta get out, get out, can’t go another round…
*Yeah, Uncle Milton’s come to town…*
*(Bridge)*
With every wave that crashes down,
Memories lost, the heartbeats drown.
Maybe it’s us, maybe it’s our history,
Or maybe he’s just bored, rewriting our mystery.
Either way, we’re running, hiding, climbing higher,
Higher, until there’s no more ground to stand on,
And still, he smiles like a fire
*(Outro)*
*(With a heavy guitar solo echoing the struggle)*
*The storm behind as dread still fills the air,*
*Uncle Milton turns, catching us unaware.*
*(Guitar slows and fades…)*
*In the silence that follows, what will remain?*
*A haunting laughter that dances with the rain…*
*Uncle Milton came, and so he shall go,*
*Leaving us wonder, with seeds of tomorrow to sow…*
*(Fading Ending)*
*(Soft guitar riff, echoing)*
“Maybe he’s just bored…”
*UncleMilton please... just.... go…*
*(Voices fade, heavy percussion softens, leaving a lingering echo)*
9 окт 2024
