Keep me here

Groove metal built on a crushing two-chord riff, tuned to drop C and driven by tight palm-muted guitar chugs, pinch harmonics, and gritty tube-amp distortion. A punchy kick-and-snare groove locks with thick, slightly saturated bass; syncopated stops and half-time breakdowns add weight. Raw, close-miked drums and a restrained, minor-key arrangement keep the track direct and forceful.

[Intro] (Acoustic guitar and soft piano only, no drums) [Verse 1] (Female lead, intimate whisper) The world is a puzzle we've scattered again, A picture unclear, like a dream in the rain. Billions of pieces, all put in wrong place, Because someone once started with mistakes we can't trace. The first ones were laid without looking too close, Then others just matched by the colour they chose. They forced them together, though they didn't belong, And now the whole picture is fractured and wrong. [Pre-Chorus] (Tension builds, strings rise, marching drums) And so we are drifting, the pieces that fit, Are lost in the chaos, not joined in it. The ones that belong are so far apart, While strangers sit next to each other in dark. [Chorus] (Explosive full band, very fast, loud) PUzzle, pUzzle, fAlling apart! A picture of lOnging, a map of the hEart! PUzzle, pUzzle, nOthing is right! But somewhere the pieces are wAiting for lIght! Somewhere the pieces are wAiting for lIght! [Verse 2] (Gentle, reflective) Some pieces are silent, some pieces are torn, Some wait for a touch they have needed since born. They shine with the colours of skies and of seas, But they're stuck in the wrong place, brought down to their knees. And we, who are pieces, we struggle to find The ones who would make us feel whole and aligned. We search through the noise and the millions of parts, For the shape that would fit us and finish our hearts. [Pre-Chorus] (Tension builds, heavy drums) And so we are drifting, the pieces that fit, Are lost in the chaos, not joined in it. The ones that belong are so far apart, While strangers sit next to each other in dark. [Chorus] (Massive power, fast) PUzzle, pUzzle, fAlling apart! A picture of lOnging, a map of the hEart! PUzzle, pUzzle, nOthing is right! But somewhere the pieces are wAiting for lIght! Somewhere the pieces are wAiting for lIght! [Bridge] (Female lead a cappella with piano, slow) Maybe the answer is not to force, But to gently remove what was wrong from the source. To lift every piece that was placed without care, And let them find places where they can repair. Maybe the picture will never be whole, But the fragments can still find a home in the soul. And the pieces that fit will one day align, Like stars in a pattern, like words in a line. [Silence] [Final Chorus] (Maximum intensity, full orchestra, massive choir backing) PUzzle, pUzzle, fAlling apart! A picture of lOnging, a map of the hEart! PUzzle, pUzzle, nOthing is right! But somewhere the pieces are wAiting for lIght! Somewhere the pieces are wAiting for lIght! [Outro] (Piano, cello, female vocal fading out) Waiting for light... Waiting for light... [End]