B.o.t.D. Pt.7 (Punk-Disco-House)
[Intro] [Atmospheric filtered synth pads, sudden crackle of amplifier feedback, sharp four-count hi-hat] [Heavy sidechain pumping synth bass slams in, aggressive distorted punk guitar riff] [Verse 1] [Snotty punk rock sneer, distorted vocaloid FX, driving disco-punk beat] Combat boots smashing through the neon floor Kicking up the ash right down to the core Rip that bass line out of the boards We came to riot, we don't care about rewards Silicon wreckage, razor-sharp sand Got live-wire voltage spitting out of my hand Burn across the desert through the broken glass We own this grid and weβre moving fast [Verse 2] [Sidechain pump, jagged guitar upstrokes, raw energy] Overdriven synths running totally wild Raw adrenaline of a feral child Out in the gutter where the nights go mad Fast and reckless, ditching all we had Laser-wire whip tearing through the dark Cracking like thunder with an electric spark Both feet airborne, slamming off the floor Louder than a siren, screaming out for more [Pre-Chorus] [Rising synth sweep, rapid snare roll build-up, punchy shout] Hear the alarm shriek, sirens in the night Shove your way through, ready for a fight No more masters, standing tall and proud Punch a damn hole straight through the cloud [Drop] [Heavy dance-punk bounce drop, wall of fuzz bass, sidechain compression, vocal chop screech] [Chorus] [Anthemic, full gang vocals, screaming punk energy] Ride this bounce tonight! Blinded by the neon light! Ride this bounce tonight! Tear down the walls, make it right! Ride this bounce tonight! Take the jump, own the flight! Ride this bounce tonight! Bleeding through the flashing light! [Verse 3] [Dirty funk bassline, filtered disco groove, sharp guitar feedback] Dead stars blinking in the smog above No sweet poison, no fake plastic love Fits like a brass knuckle, hard and cold Spitting on the promises we were told Toxic runoff flowing down the stream Waking the hell up from a sterile dream Blinding halogen, burning with a beam Nothing here is clean, nothing is what itβd seem [Verse 4] [Full-throttle drive, crunch guitar power chords, fast hi-hats] Copper and trash buried in the grime Ain't got patience, running out of time Tear off the sleeves, bloody knuckles bare Adrenaline rush, we don't even care Concrete monuments crashing to decay We came to smash it, we came to play Mosh till the morning breaks in grey Nothing left to lose and nothing left to say [Pre-Chorus] [Snare riser, screeching guitar feedback swell, riot chant] Hear the alarm shriek, sirens in the night Shove your way through, ready for a fight No more masters, standing tall and proud Punch a damn hole straight through the cloud [Drop] [Massive French-touch bounce drop, raging fuzz-bass, chaotic floor-shaking dance-punk explosion] [Chorus] [Maximum energy, raw shouted gang vocals, ringing power chords] Ride this bounce tonight! Blinded by the neon light! Ride this bounce tonight! Tear down the walls, make it right! Ride this bounce tonight! Take the jump, own the flight! Ride this bounce tonight! Bleeding through the flashing light! [Solo] [Furious, distorted punk guitar solo over pumping French house synth bass, frantic bends and feedback] [Outro] [Filtering down, hollow metallic echo, buzzing amp hum and fading synth pulse] Burning right out in the dead of the night Broken teeth grinning, everything's right Dead stars blinking in the smog above Noise and chaos, that's our only love [Hard cutoff] [End]
