They count me out... 2

[Intro] They count me out... ...before the fight... ...they never hear... ...the coming night... [Verse 1] They don't see work hidden in the dark. Just hear the kick drum, feel the spark. They think it's simple, just a sound. But this is my blood on the ground. My temple, my cage, my endless night. A constant, burning, sonic light. They talk but never understand... This sound is written by my hand. [Chorus] And this sound was created In the darkest place of soul They will call it chewed and crumpled But they hear it and lose control [Verse 2] No crown, no throne, no cheesy fame. Just a distorted, brutal name. Below the surface, deep and low, The pressure builds, the overflow. No handouts, and no fucking scene, Just the machine, raw and mean. A thousand hours in the void, A weapon built, not employed. [Chorus] And this sound was created In the darkest place of soul They will call it chewed and crumpled But they hear it and lose control [Outro] They count me out... ...before the fight... ...they never hear... ...the coming night...