⸻ [Verse 1] I’ve got a heartbeat like a broken drum machine, Stuck on a rhythm from 2003. They say my riffs are just a faded scream, A dial-up tone in a 5G scene. But I’m all feedback, I’m a splintered chord, A scratched-up CD screaming “Give me more!” So bury me in your “best of” lists— I’ll dig my way out with a razor twist. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] There’s a riot in my ribcage, neon in my veins, I’m a sidewalk crack with a ticking alarm. Yeah, my chords are jagged, but they still scream your name— I’m a time capsule packed with napalm! ⸻ [Chorus] My sound might be outdated, But there’s rage in my choir, I’ll break the pretty silence With a voice that fuels desire. Yeah, my heart’s on fire, fire, A trash-can choir’s pyre! Forget your rules and filter feeds— Let the flames climb HIGHER! ⸻ [Verse 2] I’m a graffitied lyric on your app-fed walls, A safety-pin stuck in your touchscreen sprawl. You say “Adapt or fade, nobody calls”— But I’m the static that drowns out your flaws. I’ve got a zine-cut soul in your AI haze, A mosh pit spirit in your metaverse maze. Delete me? I’ll just reload, A glitch in the grid, a fist down the road. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] There’s a riot in my ribcage, neon in my veins, I’m a sidewalk crack with a ticking alarm. Yeah, my chords are jagged, but they still scream your name— I’m a time capsule packed with napalm! ⸻ [Chorus] My sound might be outdated, But there’s rage in my choir, I’ll break the pretty silence With a voice that fuels desire. Yeah, my heart’s on fire, fire, A trash-can choir’s pyre! Forget your rules and filter feeds— Let the flames climb HIGHER! ⸻ [Verse 3] I’m a cassette tape chewing up your sleek facade, A punchline laughing at the gods you applaud. You built a throne from my “skip this track” nods— But I’m the bassline that your bones can’t dodge. So let your bots trend my funeral parade, I’ll haunt your playlists like a grenade. Outdated? Honey, I’m the spark, The first strike before the world goes dark. ⸻ [Bridge] I’m the buzz in your earbuds, the skip in your stream, A middle finger stitched into your seamless dream. Cut the power, I’ll still glow in the black— A neon ghost with a chain-smoker’s rasp. So let your era choke on my refrain, I’m the wrecking ball in your hurricane. Outdated? Nah—I’m underground, The beat that won’t stay six feet down. ⸻ [Final Chorus / Outro] My sound might be outdated, But there’s rage in my choir, I’ll break the pretty silence With a voice that fuels desire. Yeah, my heart’s on fire, fire, A trash-can choir’s pyre! Outdated? Keep my name in your mouth— I’m the spark you’ll never put out! [Final Chorus / Outro] My sound might be outdated, But there’s rage in my choir, I’ll break the pretty silence With a voice that fuels desire. Yeah, my heart’s on fire, fire, A trash-can choir’s pyre! Outdated? Keep my name in your mouth— I’m the spark you’ll never put out! Ou!!!!!!! [heavy Drum solo] Oooooooooo-yeaaaaaah!!!!!
