Methadone
rock, Brooding post‑punk / gothic rock at 130 BPM with male vocals, jagged fuzzy guitars, rubbery funk-inflected bass, and a loose jazz-drum swing under a straight pulse. Verses stay dry and tense with thin synth pads and distant pedal steel; chorus widens with overdriven slide swells, chorus-soaked rhythm guitar, and stacked low harmonies. Bridge dips into reverb-drenched sparsity, tom-led drums, and eerie synth layers before slamming back into a final, cathartic hook., jazz, funky, gothic rock, punk
Methadone
rock, Brooding post‑punk / gothic rock at 130 BPM with male vocals, jagged fuzzy guitars, rubbery funk-inflected bass, and a loose jazz-drum swing under a straight pulse. Verses stay dry and tense with thin synth pads and distant pedal steel; chorus widens with overdriven slide swells, chorus-soaked rhythm guitar, and stacked low harmonies. Bridge dips into reverb-drenched sparsity, tom-led drums, and eerie synth layers before slamming back into a final, cathartic hook., jazz, funky, gothic rock, punk
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Teeth marks on the daylight
Clock hands drag like chains
My shadow sells me stories
In a bathroom made of stains
Last night in a paper cup
Still trembling on the floor
Mercy in a plastic blister
Saints stapled to the door
[Chorus]
Little ghost that holds my hand
Keeps me close
To the edge where I still stand
Half awake
Trading venom for a weaker stone
I’m not clean
I’m just living
Methadone
[Verse 2]
Train tracks in my rib cage
Steel worms in my veins
Every promise tastes like copper
Every sunrise hums your name
You were lightning in a needle
You were choir
You were knife
Now you call me through the keyhole
Soft replacement
Softer lie
[Chorus]
Little ghost that holds my hand
Keeps me close
To the edge where I still stand
Half awake
Trading venom for a weaker stone
I’m not clean
I’m just living
Methadone
[Bridge]
All the gods I tried to be
Folded into plastic bags
If you’re salvation
Show your teeth
If you’re a cage
Then let it glow
(I can’t tell the cure from hunger)
I just line up for the snow
[Chorus]
Little ghost that holds my hand
Keeps me close
To the edge where I still stand
Half awake
Trading venom for a weaker stone
I’m not clean
I’m just living
Methadone
[slide solo]