Cold Compliance

70’s, Raw, minimal, UK rock, lo-fi, British post rock, dark, heavy, loud, art rock, experimental rock, proto-punk, psychedelic rock, and avant-pop

V4.5

No light, just violence, shark tooth tyrant,
breakin’ through the floor like a drill boot giant.
All I ever known is to maim in silence,
and leave the whole scene with a beam that’s defiant.
Chokehold pace, no brakes, no guidance.
Born from the chaos, so I embrace the violence.
I ain’t come to talk, I came droppin’ science,
of cuttin’ through bone with a cold compliance.

I erupt from the dust, teeth in my knuckles, and a clip for your slut.
Knuckles fucked up from the fake bitches I cut.
Don’t give a fuck if I’m stickin’ you up.
Nothin’ but filth in the vents I breathe.
Choke on smoke while I’m wrenchin’ knees.
Try to run and scream, cryin’, “Poor me!”
while I catch up with you at warp speed,
with a steady pace like Jason Vorhees.
Step to the floor with a hammer in motion,
movin’ like a tank through a moshpit.
I don’t do talk, I just box limbs,
with a zipline grin and a blade that’s toxic.
Fuck your clique, I’m a one man chainsaw.
You’ll get maimed raw, have you AWOL,
with a bio and pic on a have you seen me wall.

No light, just violence, shark-tooth tyrant,
breakin’ through the floor like a drill-boot giant.
All I ever known is to maim in silence,
and leave the whole scene with a beam that’s defiant.
Chokehold pace, no brakes, no guidance.
Born from the chaos, so I embrace the violence.
I ain’t come to talk, I came droppin’ science,
of cuttin’ through bone with a cold compliance.

Anybody test me, I rip through stance.
Try to hit back, and I’ll rip off both hands.
I don’t flinch, I grip tools, twist loose clamps,
put a brick in a sock, then I kick like dance.
Never had breaks, I just stomped through hell,
with a cracked ribcage and a bombshell smell.
I was gone, now I’m back like a lockjaw bell, 
you can hear the bones rattle when I rock that cell.
Who want smoke? I’ll make you swallow,
bustin’ faces like a brake line hollow.
Every move I make got a cutthroat motto.
My soul is hollow, draggin’ OnlyFans models from the brothel to the grotto.
So point ‘em out, 
I got zip ties and knives,
and a blacked out whip with a broken drive.
Put steel to the neck like I hope he’d fight,
then I press both boots to rip through his open spine.
Step to this man and I’ll cancel your plans a beast that eats the good.
From deep in the woods with a box of severed hands
I keep them for trophies. Your hoe knows me as the Troll King while she deep throats me.
Smooth with the swing like a clean decap.
Grip a bitch neck with a whip, and make a scream collapse.
I don’t blend, I snap bones, lean back,
while I dig through flesh for the meat that’s packed.
These dudes want style but they built too brittle,
tryna hold weight with a wishbone middle.
I don’t do fans, I just slit through signals,
and sharpen my teeth in a filth pit spittle.
Chopped up rhythm like a body on tile.
Every line got a stench like rottin’ bile.
I don’t come to perform, I came to defile,
piss on your grave with a posture vile.
Never fall back, I just swing through noise.
Chop your tits to bits with a grin I deploy.
Ahh, the smell of death, it’s a delicious joy
when I smack with a bat leavin’ craniums destroyed.
Every time I spit, it’s a crime scene wet.
Left shoe bloody and the ride seat wrecked.
I was gone for a minute, but I grind, reset,
now I’m back from the dead with a nine inch threat.
Dismembered flesh in the pipes, got death on the keys.
Dragged from the filth with a hex in my sneeze.
I ain’t got fans, just wrecked up freaks,
and a jaw that clicks when the chest plate leaks.
Run when I speak, or get ripped in halves.
I’m the god of wrath and the prince of scabs.
Every line’s carved like a shiv through your back,
and it only gets worse when the system starts to crunch.

4313/7500

uhh Creep out the fog, with a blade in my grin. Blood on my boots, disgraced, full of sins. Meth laced breath, with a suitcase full of limbs. Axe so fast, it could displace where you sit. Crawled from the depths, with a nail in my skull, spit so raw, make a titan fall. Beatin’ down frauds like I’m paid to fight in a brawl, and I still wipe blood off my paws while gettin’ an applause for crackin’ your jaw. Bone Saw McGraw, I’m the jawbone vandal. Swiss cheese speakers with a sawed off handle. Settin’ examples with these raw mouth samples, and a bag full of ammo hittin’ you and your crew with frags full of shrapnel. No light, just violence, shark tooth tyrant, breakin’ through the floor like a drill boot giant. All I ever known is to maim in silence, and leave the whole scene with a beam that’s defiant. Chokehold pace, no brakes, no guidance. Born from the chaos, so I embrace the violence. I ain’t come to talk, I came droppin’ science, of cuttin’ through bone with a cold compliance. I erupt from the dust, teeth in my knuckles, and a clip for your slut. Knuckles fucked up from the fake bitches I cut. Don’t give a fuck if I’m stickin’ you up. Nothin’ but filth in the vents I breathe. Choke on smoke while I’m wrenchin’ knees. Try to run and scream, cryin’, “Poor me!” while I catch up with you at warp speed, with a steady pace like Jason Vorhees. Step to the floor with a hammer in motion, movin’ like a tank through a moshpit. I don’t do talk, I just box limbs, with a zipline grin and a blade that’s toxic. Fuck your clique, I’m a one man chainsaw. You’ll get maimed raw, have you AWOL, with a bio and pic on a have you seen me wall. No light, just violence, shark-tooth tyrant, breakin’ through the floor like a drill-boot giant. All I ever known is to maim in silence, and leave the whole scene with a beam that’s defiant. Chokehold pace, no brakes, no guidance. Born from the chaos, so I embrace the violence. I ain’t come to talk, I came droppin’ science, of cuttin’ through bone with a cold compliance. Anybody test me, I rip through stance. Try to hit back, and I’ll rip off both hands. I don’t flinch, I grip tools, twist loose clamps, put a brick in a sock, then I kick like dance. Never had breaks, I just stomped through hell, with a cracked ribcage and a bombshell smell. I was gone, now I’m back like a lockjaw bell, you can hear the bones rattle when I rock that cell. Who want smoke? I’ll make you swallow, bustin’ faces like a brake line hollow. Every move I make got a cutthroat motto. My soul is hollow, draggin’ OnlyFans models from the brothel to the grotto. So point ‘em out, I got zip ties and knives, and a blacked out whip with a broken drive. Put steel to the neck like I hope he’d fight, then I press both boots to rip through his open spine. Step to this man and I’ll cancel your plans a beast that eats the good. From deep in the woods with a box of severed hands I keep them for trophies. Your hoe knows me as the Troll King while she deep throats me. Smooth with the swing like a clean decap. Grip a bitch neck with a whip, and make a scream collapse. I don’t blend, I snap bones, lean back, while I dig through flesh for the meat that’s packed. These dudes want style but they built too brittle, tryna hold weight with a wishbone middle. I don’t do fans, I just slit through signals, and sharpen my teeth in a filth pit spittle. Chopped up rhythm like a body on tile. Every line got a stench like rottin’ bile. I don’t come to perform, I came to defile, piss on your grave with a posture vile. Never fall back, I just swing through noise. Chop your tits to bits with a grin I deploy. Ahh, the smell of death, it’s a delicious joy when I smack with a bat leavin’ craniums destroyed. Every time I spit, it’s a crime scene wet. Left shoe bloody and the ride seat wrecked. I was gone for a minute, but I grind, reset, now I’m back from the dead with a nine inch threat. Dismembered flesh in the pipes, got death on the keys. Dragged from the filth with a hex in my sneeze. I ain’t got fans, just wrecked up freaks, and a jaw that clicks when the chest plate leaks. Run when I speak, or get ripped in halves. I’m the god of wrath and the prince of scabs. Every line’s carved like a shiv through your back, and it only gets worse when the system starts to crunch.

0/500