Not. Your. Toy. (Wasteland 2078 Remix)

[Verse 1 – growled female lead] Neon dust — lungs burn — boots to the ground, scav boys lurk — crack in the sound. "Smile for me, sweetheart" — wrong damn day, Tani cracks knuckles — Elina: "make way." Metal spines — hearts hard, built to fight, wasteland taught us: no man owns our light. Eyes on our skin? — SNAP that chain. Centuries wired — still the same damn game. [PRE-CHORUS – melodic, tense] We rise with fire under steel-blue skies, hear the engines scream, hear the truth inside. You wanted dolls — we came as storms, rewriting the rules while the old world mourns. [DROP] [CHORUS – melodic but punchy] Not your toy. Not your claim. Not your script. Not your game. We break the frame — we end your reign. Nomad Queens — remember the name. Not your toy. Not your claim. We flip your world, expose your blame. Hear us roar — we’re done with shame. Nomad Queens — remember the name. [Verse 2 – growled female lead] Chrome on our skin — rage runs in code, men still act like we’re pre-upload. Hands where you want? — LOSE that hand. Nomads don’t bend — we take a stand. Fear our strength? — you spit your shame, but your fragile ego is the one to blame. No more silence — we CUT that nice. Girls of the wasteland — we don’t roll dice. [PRE-CHORUS – melodic build] Engines hum low, sparks kiss the night, your world is trembling — ours ignites. [DROP] [CHORUS – melodic] Not your toy. Not your claim. Not your script. Not your game. We break the frame — we end your reign. Nomad Queens — remember the name. Not your toy. Not your claim. We flip your world, expose your blame. Hear us roar — we’re done with shame. Nomad Queens — remember the name.