[Verse — bright, breathy, punchy, screaming, aggressive delivery] graveyard gates swing wide… midnight’s open mosh pit rising where the tombs get broken skeletons slam‑dance, bones all clack one loses an arm, waves it like a glowstick back a demon shows up tryna look all mean ’til a tiny rat squeaks — he SCREAMS off‑screen ghosts laugh hard, whole crypt goes ferocious even the shadows headbang in a spiral, unfocused [Pre‑Chorus — high‑energy mix, bright and punchy] I feel the pit shake under my feet I hear the dead chant “turn up the beat” I see fear run from its own retreat nah— we thrive where the weird ones meet [Chorus — high‑energy mix, bright and punchy] RISE— WHEN THE GRAVEYARD ROARS we break the night, we break the doors RISE— LET THE STATIC HIT every cursed laugh fuels the pit CRYPT FM— SOUND IT LOUD we scare the dark, we move the crowd CRYPT FM— UNPROUD, UNCOWED funny‑scary chaos is allowed [Drop — punchy drums, boosted low end, high‑impact mix] (aggressive tone) (unhinged ad‑lib) (growl) boom— stomp— quake— skeletons circle till the headstones shake scrape— snap— break— demon sees a rat and yells “FAKE!” CRYPT FM— glitch‑quake blast if the signal bends red, drop hits fast fear swings wild, humor swings cheap but every cursed moment’s ours to keep [Bridge — compressed, upfront vocals, aggressive delivery] (creepy laugh) (aggressive tone) (unhinged ad‑lib) CALL: “STOMP!” — the graves all rumble CALL: “CLASH!” — the bones all tumble CALL: “SCREAM!” — the night grows humble CALL: “RATS!” — the demon crumbles crypt‑crowd rising, boots hit stone ghosts chant loud in a rattling tone “shake that pit, shake that throne CRYPT FM claims the unknown” [Verse 2 — breathy, bright, punchy, screaming, aggressive delivery] I stepped through fog where the headstones hum a skeleton drummer yells “BRING THAT RUMBLE, SCUM” a rat rides past on a tiny skull throne demon faints hard with a terrified groan grave dirt shakes— bass bends through CRYPT FM whispers “the pit wants YOU” we stay unhinged, we stay exposed even when the night tries to keep us closed [Pre‑Chorus — high‑energy mix, bright and punchy] I feel the pit shake under my feet I hear the dead chant “turn up the beat” I see fear run from its own retreat nah— we thrive where the weird ones meet [Chorus — high‑energy mix, bright and punchy] LIGHT UP THE GRAVES— WE DON’T LOOK BACK every stomp we take cracks through the black LIGHT UP THE GRAVES— KEEP THAT TRACK shadows fall laughing when we counterattack CRYPT FM— HOLD THE LINE we bend the dark till the stars align CRYPT FM— THIS IS OUR SIGN every freak together makes the world rewind [Outro — airy, bright, mythic, fading‑forward energy] we shift… we burn… we rise through night every weird soul sparks a different light world keeps turning but we stay true CRYPT FM’s a signal built by me and you every laugh echoes in the halls of time funny‑scary chaos is our grand design CRYPT FM— we evolve, we shine every misfit belongs in the crooked divine
