Here's my mess. Take it. I dare you. I threw this thing into the void — A crooked beat, a broken toy. You heard the call, you grabbed the bait: "Now watch me make it worse, or great." Call it 'remix' — I call it 'game' The original, never the same. Strip it naked, paint it green, Make it something I've never seen. Every rule is up for play, Just you, me, and this sonic call. Burn it down or walk away — Either way, you're having a ball. So take this wreck and run with it! Twist the knife, make the bastard fit! I gave you chaos — give me back Something that bites, something that cracks! Remix this! Take it anywhere! Just make it weird, make it stare! Rewrite the words, sample dying screams, Flip it upside down until it bursts at the seams. Who gives a shit if it's "good" or "bad"? The point is: you, me, and the mad Impulse to break what's already broke — That's the only sacred joke. The only prize is what we make, Just the thrill of tearing it down. And building it back — whatever it takes — Either way, you wear the crown. So take this wreck and run with it! Twist the knife, make the bastard fit! I gave you chaos — give me back Something that bites, something that cracks! Remix this! Take it anywhere! Just make it weird, make it stare! Is it art? Is it trash? Who the fuck knows? Who gives a dash? The only rule that I obey: Boring things get thrown away. So throw it away! Throw it away! Make something that makes me say: "Holy shit — what came out to play!" So take this wreck and run with it! Twist the knife, make the bastard fit! I gave you chaos — give me back Something that bites, something that cracks! Remix this! Take it anywhere! Just make it weird, make it stare! Here's my mess. Now make it yours. I'm watching. I'm keeping score.
