Iron Fist Velvet Glove

Thunderous, fuzz-soaked bass lays a heavy foundation, locking in with fiercely uptempo punk drums, Deep, gravelly vocals cut through the mix, raging front and center, Pummeling breakdowns inject stoner rock heft before each chorus detonates with heightened drive and distortion

[Verse 1] Empty pockets whisper worries Concrete canyons echo hurried Footsteps run from sunup’s glare A chilling breath of cold despair The hungry beast it gnaws and bites Devouring all our days and nights [Chorus] Power Money They own the air we breathe Control the people blindly A tangled web they weave The city’s pulse is angry A storm about to break This brittle peace is hanging For goodness gracious sake [Verse 2] Newsman grins a crooked smile Feeding fears a toxic bile Eyes wide shut we swallow lies Beneath the ever watchful skies They build their towers tall and mean A gilded cage a silent scream [Chorus] Power Money They own the air we breathe Control the people blindly A tangled web they weave The city’s pulse is angry A storm about to break This brittle peace is hanging For goodness gracious sake [Bridge] [gritty singing] Fist in my pocket Heart a ticking clock it Beats a rhythm wild and low A silent seed begins to grow [crescendo] They think they’ve won they think they're kings But every chain eventually sings [Chorus] Power Money They own the air we breathe Control the people blindly A tangled web they weave The city’s pulse is angry A storm about to break This brittle peace is hanging For goodness gracious sake

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