Punk Rock + something else. Do a Warhammer 40K son

[Intro – feedback wail, chugging power chords] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – fast palm-muted guitar, rapid snare rolls] My flesh is stitched from scrap and sin His fingers trace the pins within Every cut a kiss he leaves Every scar a vow I keep [Pre-Chorus – building bassline, strained vocal delivery] I crave the sting of his sharp design A broken doll he calls divine No pain is too much to pay To be the one he won’t throw away [Chorus – full band blast, aggressive snarls] Needle and bone, my master’s art I bleed for him, tear my own heart Every twist, every carved-up part I’m his, his grotesque work of art [Verse 2 – grinding guitar, syncopated drum fills] He cracks my ribs to fit new gears I laugh through blood, I hold no fears He melts my skin to pour new form I beg for more, I beg to be torn [Pre-Chorus – escalating distortion, desperate vocals] My bones are his to break and mend My soul a toy he’ll never end I’ll let him carve my name in pain Just to feel his hands again [Chorus – layered vocals, double-bass drums] Needle and bone, my master’s art I bleed for him, tear my own heart Every twist, every carved-up part I’m his, his grotesque work of art [Bridge – slow, sludgy guitar, haunting spoken-word snarl] They call me monster, call me freak But I’m the one he chose to keep When he drains my blood to feed his craft I thank him for the gift of wrath [Solo – chaotic guitar shred, feedback squeals] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus – maximum intensity, gang vocal shouts] Needle and bone, my master’s art I bleed for him, tear my own heart Every twist, every carved-up part I’m his, his grotesque work of art [Outro – fading guitar, final drum crash] His needle’s kiss, my final breath I die for him, I’ll rise to death