Sh!zzin' Giggles (Remix Me)

[Perfect audio quality, professional studio recording] [Intro - Spoken Word: "Break It Down"] Yeah, you heard it — some slick core track, all clean and digital. Thought we’d leave it like that? Nah. We grabbed the wires, chewed through them, fed the synths through the amps till they screamed. Now it’s got blood on it — our fingerprints, our noise, our pulse. You can keep your polished sound — we’ve got feedback and bad ideas. [Chorus 1] Break it up, tear it down, No kings, no crowns! Turn it loud, tear the sound — We don’t back down! [Chorus 2] Break it up, tear it down, No kings, no crowns! Turn it loud, tear the sound — We don’t back down! [Chorus 3] Break it up, tear it down, No kings, no crowns! Turn it loud, tear the sound — We don’t back down! [Bridge Spoken - "Static Parade"] So the original was smooth, huh? All glossy surfaces, no fingerprints. But what happens if you scratch it a little? Throw in some brass, a busted snare, a scream disguised as a melody— I don't really do remixes, I’m a vandal at heart. This isn’t homage; it’s graffiti over silence. Let’s see if pretty can survive our st- st- st- static. [Chorus 1] Static in my head, I like it that way! Repeat, reset, decay, replay. We’re noise in a pretty parade — Click—cut—fade! [Chorus 2] Static in my head, I like it that way! Repeat, reset, decay, replay. We’re noise in a pretty parade — Click—cut—fade! [Chorus 3] Static in my head, I like it that way! Repeat, reset, decay, replay. We’re noise in a pretty parade — Click—cut—fade! [Bridge Spoken - "Echo the Flame"] There was no singer before me — just machines pretending to breathe. [spoken, robotic, sarcastic, mocking] "Beep boop boop beep..." So I stole a mic, and declared myself the verse. We don’t cover songs — we flex and dare ’em to fight back. If the track can take a hit, it earns the scars, just like us, we drop sharp bars. [Chorus 1] Nothing to change, nothing to save — We burn bright, we misbehave. Echo the flame, echo the flame, Over and over again! [Chorus 2] Nothing to change, nothing to save — We burn bright, we misbehave. Echo the flame, echo the flame, Over and over again! [Chorus 3] Nothing to change, nothing to save — We burn bright, we misbehave. Echo the flame, echo the flame, Over and over again! [Outro - All Three Fuse Together] Feed the wires — break it down! Graffiti the static — tear the crown! We light it up, burn it loud, No rules, no kings, no sound allowed! Scratch the smooth, trash the clean, We are the glitch in the machine. Pretty’s dead — the pulse remains — Click, cut, fade — echo the flame!