[INTRO] [DISTORTED SYNTH SWELLS] [INDUSTRIAL TRAP PERCUSSION KICKS IN] [LOW GROWL] Yeah. Joffytrophy. It’s the kinetic energy. Feel the static in your teeth. [DROP GROWL] LET’S GO. [VERSE 1: FAST FLOW] Manifesting the mess in the middle of the pressure, I’m a vessel of the venom, never settle for the lesser. I’m a predator, a skeletal competitor, a regular embezzler of energy, the secular professor. Got the metal in the pedal, I’m a rebel with a level of the devil in the bevel of the bass, I’m a thrasher. Internalize the rhythm, the precision of the vision, I’m a surgical incision in the system, I’m the slasher. I’m the ghost in the machine, I’m the smoke in the ravine, I’m the catalyst of everything you’ve never even seen. Keep the currency current, the recurrence of the ferment, I’m the torrent of the warrant, keep the laboratory clean. [SCREAM] I DON’T NEED A REASON JUST TO VENT THE ADRENALINE! [FAST FLOW] Adolescent essence with a lessons-learned preference, I’m a reference of the wreckage in a tectonic regime. [CHORUS: AGGRESSIVE NU-METAL DELIVERY] I TEAR THE VEIN JUST TO FEEL ALIVE! (FEEL ALIVE!) I FEED THE PAIN JUST TO HELP ME THRIVE! (HELP ME THRIVE!) DEEP BASS, HEAVY RIFFS, BURNING IN THE COLD! WE DON'T DO WHAT WE ARE TOLD! SILVER TONGUE, HEART OF GOLD, WATCH THE CHAOS NOW UNFOLD! I NEED THE RUSH JUST TO FEEL ALIVE! [GUTTURAL] ALIVE! [VERSE 2: TRAP-HEAVIER FLOW] Counting the digits, I’m fidgety, bridge of the misery, history making a mystery out of the industry. Look at the jewelry, cruelty, purely a foolery, cooling the fuel in the pool of the ghoul and the wizardry. I’m a heavyweight, levitate, never hesitate to devastate the state of the gate, check the symmetry. Heavy bass rattling the chassis of the Cadillac, I’m battle-wrapped in matte black, back with the mimicry. Nah, no mimicry, strictly the imagery, killing the symmetry, filling the granary. Stacks in the mattress, I’m heavy on practice, the tactics are drastic, I’m burning the cannery. They want the fame, I just want the flame, I’m a beast on a chain, I’m a stain on the scenery. [LOW GROWL] Get the money, get the power, every minute, every hour, watch the tower turn to greenery. [VERSE 3: INDUSTRIAL GRIT] [WHISPER] Can you hear it? The grinding of the gears. The sound of ten thousand wasted years. [FAST FLOW] I’m the glitch in the software, the itch in the lawn chair, the pitch of the nightmare, I’m everywhere. I’m the static on the screen, I’m the havoc in the gene, I’m the savage in the scene, I’m a heavy-set bear. I’m a millionaire of misery, a visionary of the viscera, a literal deliverer of thermal flares. I’m a cold-blooded killer of the rhythm, I’m the prism of the schism, I’m the wisdom of the stairs. [SCREAM] CLIMBING UP THE WALLS JUST TO BREATHE THE AIR! I’M A PRODUCT OF THE PARANOIA, BITCH, I’M BEYOND CARE! [CHORUS: AGGRESSIVE NU-METAL DELIVERY] I TEAR THE VEIN JUST TO FEEL ALIVE! (FEEL ALIVE!) I FEED THE PAIN JUST TO HELP ME THRIVE! (HELP ME THRIVE!) DEEP BASS, HEAVY RIFFS, BURNING IN THE COLD! WE DON'T DO WHAT WE ARE TOLD! SILVER TONGUE, HEART OF GOLD, WATCH THE CHAOS NOW UNFOLD! I NEED THE RUSH JUST TO FEEL ALIVE! [GUTTURAL] ALIVE! [BRIDGE: ATMOSPHERIC & TENSE] [CLEAN GUITAR ARPEGGIO WITH DARK REVERB] (Whisper: I feel it in my bones... the marrow is ice...) (Whisper: I paid the price... twice...) [BASS DISTORTION BUILDS] Is it success if you’re hollow inside? Is it the grind if you’ve got nowhere to hide? I’m a trophy of the trauma, I’m a titan of the drama! [SCREAM] I’M THE GOD DAMN SON OF THE GOMORRAH! [DROP GROWL] BREAK! [VERSE 4: RAPID-FIRE SPEED FLOW] Coming with the heat, I’m a beast on the beat, I’m a feast for the elite, I’m a threat in the street. I’m a lyrical miracle, spherical, empirical, satirical, spiritual, making it complete. I don’t need a mumble, I don’t need a stumble, I’m a rumble in the jungle, watch the weak-minded retreat. I’m a titan of the industry, a giant of the chemistry, a defiant of the entity, I’m never gonna beat. I’m a master of the faster, a disaster, I’m the pastor of the plaster, I’m the plaster on the fleet. I’m the king of the ring, I’m the sting of the wing, I’m the thing that’ll bring all the heat to your feet. [GUTTURAL] STAMPEDE! [VERSE 5: DARK INTROSPECTIVE / OUTRO] Look at the reflection in the obsidian, I’m the meridian, the midian, the ophidian. Success is a sickness, I’m the witness to the thickness of the darkness in the heart of the civilian. I’ve got the Joffy in my soul, I’ve got the trophy on the shelf, but I’m losing my hold on my physical self. I’m a ghost in a suit, I’m the rot in the fruit, I’m the absolute truth in the pursuit of the wealth. [WHISPER] I just want to feel... [SCREAM] I JUST WANT TO FEEL SOMETHING! [OUTRO: HEAVY GUITAR BREAKDOWN] [GUTTURAL GROWLS MIXED WITH RAPID AD-LIBS] FEEL ALIVE! FEEL THE BASS! JOFFYTROPHY! [FAST FLOW] In the dark, in the light, in the sparks, in the fight, in the heart of the night, everything is alright. [SCREAM] ALIVE
