T.I.B.

[Intro – slow, sinister groove]
Some say love is blind…
But I see just fine… through the smoke and the sauce.

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[Verse 1]
I was born with a lighter in hand
Baptized in grease by a pitmaster band
They said, “Boy, you’re cursed with fire and meat”
Now I grill to the rhythm of a demon beat

Brisket sermons, ribs for sins
Sear your soul ‘fore the meal begins
Slathered pain on a pulled pork plate
And fed your lies to a grill marked fate

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[Chorus]
T.I.B. — Tongs in Blood
Smoked your name in backyard mud
T.I.B. — Taste the flame
Ketchup screams and propane shame

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[Verse 2]
You cheated me with that vegan clown
So I flipped my spatula and burned it down
Your tofu dreams, your kale lies
All turned to ash ‘neath southern skies

Now I host a cookout just for ghosts
With haunted brats and cursed beef roasts
You hear that sizzle? That’s regret
Marinated in the tears you left

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[Bridge – bluesy breakdown with slide guitar]
They begged me to serve with love and grace…
But I chose vengeance — with a smoky taste.

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[Final Chorus – full doom drop, echo scream]
T.I.B. — Tongs in Blood
Your heart’s well-done in revenge rub
T.I.B. — Flame divine
You got ghosted… by grill design

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[Outro – whispered growl with sizzling FX]
Next time… don’t mess with a man and his meat.

Heavy doom metal track with pounding riffs, thunderous drums, eerie whispers, and theatrical horrorcore vocal delivery.