Devilman CryStorm by That’s Nice

Switch lanes, my storm break frames, can’t cage this wave, no play that tame,
Crowds rage, my sound don’t fade, I carve in stone, your page erased,
Chain swing, arcade lights blink, chaos surge when the bassline crank,
Too late, your whole crew blank, I flood this scene till the framework sank.
Comments pile up like wreckage in a WrestleMania cage dive, ring-side chants collide, bottle caps fly, whole floor vibrates till the boards ignite,
Gravitron spin, carnival crush, tilt-a-whirl brain spill, stomachs bust, paragraphs crack like scaffolds rust, Black Flag chords in a basement thrust,
Akira bike drift in a Neo-Tokyo storm, Mob Psycho rage when the pulse transform, manga panel split when the ink runs dry, Berserk eclipse when the sky deforms,
Joystick snap in a frenzy fight, Contra code fail when the bombs ignite, I weave new law in the wreckage smoke, every fragile myth gets erased on sight.
Flood when I move, no dam gon’ hold me,
Cracks in the ground when the bassline rollin’,
Name goes deep where the skyline broken,
Storm don’t end till your pride corroded.
Spawn chains drag through a sewer drain, Slayer riff tear then the crowd goes insane, Misfits howl while the rafters shake, GG Allin smear in a chaos state,
Tekken fist crack through a fragile chin, King mask slam leave a jaw cave in, Duke quip drop when the bombs go off, fanbase scatter like a ship gone thin,
Metroid roll in a cavern dark, Samus morph-ball departs in a plasma arc, JoJo pose with a crimson grin, Dio laugh chaos as your hope departs,
I dismantle dreams with a crooked grin, Devilman cry when the wings spread grim, I sing through plots like a riot violin, every chant you draft just reveals you dry and dim.
Switch lanes, my storm break frames, can’t cage this wave, no play that tame,
Crowds rage, my sound don’t fade, I carve in stone, your page erased,
Chain swing, arcade lights blink, chaos surge when the bassline crank,
Too late, your whole crew blank, I flood this scene till your low squad sank.
Jerry Springer chair fly across the set, audience roar when the chaos met, biker bar bottles smash on decks, every fragile bar just a weak pretext,
Streets of Rage pipe crack ribs in two, arcade sirens when the crowd come through, Fist of the North Star strike skulls combust, “omae wa mou” when the voice rings true,
Cult VHS in a gorehouse stash, Evil Dead Ash with a chainsaw slash, tables collapse like a WWE crash, Mick Foley dive leavin’ spines detached,
Planetary quake when my force engage, tectonic plates split in tidal rage, I engrave my law on an ashen page, your obsession a prison, you can’t escape.
Flood when I move, no dam gon’ hold me,
Cracks in the ground when the bassline rollin’,
Name goes deep where the skyline broken,
Storm don’t end till your pride corroded.
Killer Instinct roar in a combo storm, spinal bones rattle when the floorboards torn, Akuma shadow strike teleport rage, Phoenix Force rise as the heavens mourn,
Chainsaw Massacre grind through skin, biker gang stomp with a leather grin, Joystick bleed when the quarters jam, arcade lights blink as the night begins,
Pantera riff pound in a basement roar, Danzig croon as the crowd implore, Devilman cry when the angels fall, apocalypse rise when the sirens call,
I tear through raps with a violent snap, I drown weak notes in a sea of black, engrave my name where the smoke stacks, and your fragile myth never gonna come back.
Switch lanes, my storm break frames, can’t cage this wave, no play that tame,
Crowds rage, my sound don’t fade, I carve in stone, your page erased,
Chain swing, arcade lights blink, chaos surge when the bassline crank,
Too late, your whole crew blank, I flood this scene till the framework sank.
Storm don’t end till your pride corroded.

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Switch lanes, my storm break frames, can’t cage this wave, no play that tame, Crowds rage, my sound don’t fade, I carve in stone, your page erased, Chain swing, arcade lights blink, chaos surge when the bassline crank, Too late, your whole crew blank, I flood this scene till the framework sank. Comments pile up like wreckage in a WrestleMania cage dive, ring-side chants collide, bottle caps fly, whole floor vibrates till the boards ignite, Gravitron spin, carnival crush, tilt-a-whirl brain spill, stomachs bust, paragraphs crack like scaffolds rust, Black Flag chords in a basement thrust, Akira bike drift in a Neo-Tokyo storm, Mob Psycho rage when the pulse transform, manga panel split when the ink runs dry, Berserk eclipse when the sky deforms, Joystick snap in a frenzy fight, Contra code fail when the bombs ignite, I weave new law in the wreckage smoke, every fragile myth gets erased on sight. Flood when I move, no dam gon’ hold me, Cracks in the ground when the bassline rollin’, Name goes deep where the skyline broken, Storm don’t end till your pride corroded. Spawn chains drag through a sewer drain, Slayer riff tear then the crowd goes insane, Misfits howl while the rafters shake, GG Allin smear in a chaos state, Tekken fist crack through a fragile chin, King mask slam leave a jaw cave in, Duke quip drop when the bombs go off, fanbase scatter like a ship gone thin, Metroid roll in a cavern dark, Samus morph-ball departs in a plasma arc, JoJo pose with a crimson grin, Dio laugh chaos as your hope departs, I dismantle dreams with a crooked grin, Devilman cry when the wings spread grim, I sing through plots like a riot violin, every chant you draft just reveals you dry and dim. Switch lanes, my storm break frames, can’t cage this wave, no play that tame, Crowds rage, my sound don’t fade, I carve in stone, your page erased, Chain swing, arcade lights blink, chaos surge when the bassline crank, Too late, your whole crew blank, I flood this scene till your low squad sank. Jerry Springer chair fly across the set, audience roar when the chaos met, biker bar bottles smash on decks, every fragile bar just a weak pretext, Streets of Rage pipe crack ribs in two, arcade sirens when the crowd come through, Fist of the North Star strike skulls combust, “omae wa mou” when the voice rings true, Cult VHS in a gorehouse stash, Evil Dead Ash with a chainsaw slash, tables collapse like a WWE crash, Mick Foley dive leavin’ spines detached, Planetary quake when my force engage, tectonic plates split in tidal rage, I engrave my law on an ashen page, your obsession a prison, you can’t escape. Flood when I move, no dam gon’ hold me, Cracks in the ground when the bassline rollin’, Name goes deep where the skyline broken, Storm don’t end till your pride corroded. Killer Instinct roar in a combo storm, spinal bones rattle when the floorboards torn, Akuma shadow strike teleport rage, Phoenix Force rise as the heavens mourn, Chainsaw Massacre grind through skin, biker gang stomp with a leather grin, Joystick bleed when the quarters jam, arcade lights blink as the night begins, Pantera riff pound in a basement roar, Danzig croon as the crowd implore, Devilman cry when the angels fall, apocalypse rise when the sirens call, I tear through raps with a violent snap, I drown weak notes in a sea of black, engrave my name where the smoke stacks, and your fragile myth never gonna come back. Switch lanes, my storm break frames, can’t cage this wave, no play that tame, Crowds rage, my sound don’t fade, I carve in stone, your page erased, Chain swing, arcade lights blink, chaos surge when the bassline crank, Too late, your whole crew blank, I flood this scene till the framework sank. Storm don’t end till your pride corroded.

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