Driftyard

funk, Aggressive nu-metal stomp at 100 BPM, low-tuned guitars chugging with stop–start syncopation and pinch harmonics, Punchy, dry drums lock into a head-nod groove; bass grinds just behind the kick, Male vocals: tight, percussive spoken verses, explosive screamed pre-chorus, anthemic melodic hook with layered gang shouts on the title line, Occasional filtered breakdowns drop to vocal + drums before slamming back with full-stack distortion, male vocals, clean, low, metal, rhythmic

[Verse 1] Steel in my teeth Dust in my lungs Skid marks painted Over everyone You talk in circles I cut in lines You worship limits I redraw signs [Pre-Chorus] You wanna cage me? Bolt down the sky? Tie down a landslide? Watch how I slide— [Chorus] RAIN CAN MAKES YOU STOP RUNNING BUT WHAT THE FUCK BITCH I CAN STILL DRIFT AWAY FROM THIS MOTHERFU KING DRIFTYARD I spin out Burn out Black out Scarred If I lose control I still hit hard RAIN CAN MAKES YOU STOP RUNNING BUT WHAT THE FUCK BITCH I CAN STILL DRIFT AWAY FROM THIS MOTHERFU KING DRIFTYARD [Verse 2] You throw your rules Like rusted chains I grind them flat I love that strain You call it damage I call it drive You call it chaos I call it alive [Pre-Chorus] You wanna brake me? Clamp down my veins? You wanna own The shape of my flames? [Chorus] [Bridge] [low growls] Hydroplane on all your curses Skid across your petty verses High beams in my blood I am the flood [high screams] You can’t tow this rage You can’t claim this lane I carve my name In the spinning rain [Chorus]

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