Kicked The Can Down The Road Too long

EDM, Big beat, break beat, nu metal guitars, heavy drops, male vocals

(Heavy, distorted synth arpeggio fades in with a palm-muted, chugging guitar riff)
(Verse 1)
Worry was my alibi, trouble was my shield
Let the rust grow on the steel, in a battlefield I'd yield
Every problem, every doubt, a reason to stay down
Just another empty circle, walking 'round and 'round this town
The static on the screen became the soundtrack in my head
Living on the echo of the bitter words I said
Procrastination's poison, running deep inside my soul
Gave up the wheel completely, lost all semblance of control
(Pre-Chorus)
The pavement's cracked, the rust is deep, the silence is a roar
Can't keep on sleeping through the storm, not anymore!
The engine's cold, the battery's dead, the light is turning red
Time to kill the voice of failure living in my head!
(Chorus)
I'VE KICKED THAT FUCKING CAN DOWN THE ROAD TOO LONG!
IT'S TIME I CHANGED THE CHANNEL AND PLAYED A DIFFERENT SONG!
TAKE SOME RESPONSIBILITY, RE-SHAPE A BRIGHTER, STRONGER ME
NO MORE EXCUSES, I'M BREAKING FREE!
(DROP)
(Heavy Nu Metal guitars cut out, replaced by a massive, pulsing EDM bass drop. A distorted synth lead screams over a four-on-the-floor beat. A vocal chop repeats "TOO LONG! TOO LONG!")
(Guitars crash back in with the beat)
FUCK THAT SHIT!
(Verse 2)
This body is a temple that I treated like a slum
Waited for a future that was never gonna come
Fed the pain with apathy, starved the hope until it bled
Let the weeds grow in the garden I was meant to tend instead
But there's a fire in the embers, a whisper of a flame
A primal need for victory, a need to change the game
From the bottom of the wreckage, I can see a sliver of the sky
This ain't a dress rehearsal, this ain't my time to die
(Pre-Chorus)
The air is thick, the dust is deep, the silence is a war
Not gonna take this lying down, not anymore!
The fuse is lit, the charge is set, the light is turning green
Time to build a better, stronger, disciplined machine!
(Chorus)
I'VE KICKED THAT FUCKING CAN DOWN THE ROAD TOO LONG!
IT'S TIME I CHANGED THE CHANNEL AND PLAYED A DIFFERENT SONG!
TAKE SOME RESPONSIBILITY, RE-SHAPE A BRIGHTER, STRONGER ME
NO MORE EXCUSES, I'M BREAKING FREE!
(DROP)
(Heavy Nu Metal guitars cut out, replaced by a more aggressive, pulsing EDM bass drop. The synth lead is harsher, more chaotic. A vocal chop repeats "CHANGE THE SONG! CHANGE THE SONG!")
(Guitars crash back in with the beat)
FUCK THAT SHIT!
(Verse 3)
I'm rewriting all the coding, every corrupted line
That told me I was worthless, that the victory wasn't mine
Every rep is a rebellion, every mile a protest march
Against the weak and broken monarch who let his kingdom parch
This chosen suffering is cleansing, it’s a fire burning bright
To incinerate the shadows and ignite a blinding light
The comfort of the darkness was a lie I told myself
Putting my potential high upon a dusty shelf
(Verse 4)
The mirror shows a stranger now, I don't know who he was
The man who made excuses just because, and just because
He's a ghost story I whisper when the training gets too hard
A reminder of the weakness, a discarded, useless card
This engine's screaming at the redline, and I love the burning sound
I'm burying the old me in this consecrated ground
So let the weights get heavier, and let the road get long
I am the storm, I am the fury, I am the different song.
(Bridge)
Build myself brick by brick
This foundation's gonna stick
No more excuses. Fuck that shit.
My own two hands are pulling me from this pit
Back to the road, into the gym's fire
Fuel the furnace of my own desire
I'm not collapsing, I'm not done, I'm not a liar
I'M NOT FINISHED, I HAVE DESIRE!
(Guitar solo over a heavy synth pad and pounding drums)
(Chorus)
I'VE KICKED THAT FUCKING CAN DOWN THE ROAD TOO LONG!
IT'S TIME I CHANGED THE CHANNEL AND PLAYED A DIFFERENT SONG!
TAKE SOME RESPONSIBILITY, RE-SHAPE A BRIGHTER, STRONGER ME
NO MORE EXCUSES, I'M BREAKING FREE!
(Outro)
(The main riff plays, heavy and slow, combined with the EDM bass pulse)
No more excuses...
(Distorted vocal whisper)
...Fuck that shit.
(A final, chugging guitar chord rings out and fades into the sound of a metal can being kicked, echoing into silence)

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(Heavy, distorted synth arpeggio fades in with a palm-muted, chugging guitar riff) (Verse 1) Worry was my alibi, trouble was my shield Let the rust grow on the steel, in a battlefield I'd yield Every problem, every doubt, a reason to stay down Just another empty circle, walking 'round and 'round this town The static on the screen became the soundtrack in my head Living on the echo of the bitter words I said Procrastination's poison, running deep inside my soul Gave up the wheel completely, lost all semblance of control (Pre-Chorus) The pavement's cracked, the rust is deep, the silence is a roar Can't keep on sleeping through the storm, not anymore! The engine's cold, the battery's dead, the light is turning red Time to kill the voice of failure living in my head! (Chorus) I'VE KICKED THAT FUCKING CAN DOWN THE ROAD TOO LONG! IT'S TIME I CHANGED THE CHANNEL AND PLAYED A DIFFERENT SONG! TAKE SOME RESPONSIBILITY, RE-SHAPE A BRIGHTER, STRONGER ME NO MORE EXCUSES, I'M BREAKING FREE! (DROP) (Heavy Nu Metal guitars cut out, replaced by a massive, pulsing EDM bass drop. A distorted synth lead screams over a four-on-the-floor beat. A vocal chop repeats "TOO LONG! TOO LONG!") (Guitars crash back in with the beat) FUCK THAT SHIT! (Verse 2) This body is a temple that I treated like a slum Waited for a future that was never gonna come Fed the pain with apathy, starved the hope until it bled Let the weeds grow in the garden I was meant to tend instead But there's a fire in the embers, a whisper of a flame A primal need for victory, a need to change the game From the bottom of the wreckage, I can see a sliver of the sky This ain't a dress rehearsal, this ain't my time to die (Pre-Chorus) The air is thick, the dust is deep, the silence is a war Not gonna take this lying down, not anymore! The fuse is lit, the charge is set, the light is turning green Time to build a better, stronger, disciplined machine! (Chorus) I'VE KICKED THAT FUCKING CAN DOWN THE ROAD TOO LONG! IT'S TIME I CHANGED THE CHANNEL AND PLAYED A DIFFERENT SONG! TAKE SOME RESPONSIBILITY, RE-SHAPE A BRIGHTER, STRONGER ME NO MORE EXCUSES, I'M BREAKING FREE! (DROP) (Heavy Nu Metal guitars cut out, replaced by a more aggressive, pulsing EDM bass drop. The synth lead is harsher, more chaotic. A vocal chop repeats "CHANGE THE SONG! CHANGE THE SONG!") (Guitars crash back in with the beat) FUCK THAT SHIT! (Verse 3) I'm rewriting all the coding, every corrupted line That told me I was worthless, that the victory wasn't mine Every rep is a rebellion, every mile a protest march Against the weak and broken monarch who let his kingdom parch This chosen suffering is cleansing, it’s a fire burning bright To incinerate the shadows and ignite a blinding light The comfort of the darkness was a lie I told myself Putting my potential high upon a dusty shelf (Verse 4) The mirror shows a stranger now, I don't know who he was The man who made excuses just because, and just because He's a ghost story I whisper when the training gets too hard A reminder of the weakness, a discarded, useless card This engine's screaming at the redline, and I love the burning sound I'm burying the old me in this consecrated ground So let the weights get heavier, and let the road get long I am the storm, I am the fury, I am the different song. (Bridge) Build myself brick by brick This foundation's gonna stick No more excuses. Fuck that shit. My own two hands are pulling me from this pit Back to the road, into the gym's fire Fuel the furnace of my own desire I'm not collapsing, I'm not done, I'm not a liar I'M NOT FINISHED, I HAVE DESIRE! (Guitar solo over a heavy synth pad and pounding drums) (Chorus) I'VE KICKED THAT FUCKING CAN DOWN THE ROAD TOO LONG! IT'S TIME I CHANGED THE CHANNEL AND PLAYED A DIFFERENT SONG! TAKE SOME RESPONSIBILITY, RE-SHAPE A BRIGHTER, STRONGER ME NO MORE EXCUSES, I'M BREAKING FREE! (Outro) (The main riff plays, heavy and slow, combined with the EDM bass pulse) No more excuses... (Distorted vocal whisper) ...Fuck that shit. (A final, chugging guitar chord rings out and fades into the sound of a metal can being kicked, echoing into silence)

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