Broken Minds / Broken Souls (LALALA! Ver)

Evil speed metal / industrial hardcore/ aggressive

INTRO (count-in, guttural bark) Lalalala! ONE—TWO—THREE—FUCK—

VERSE 1 (full-throttle, chainsaw edge)
I ain’t hiding in the dark— I’m the glitch you can’t kill. Not a monster—just the echo That slams back harder every time.
You grab at it— It twists, it laughs, it bites your hand. You want straight lines? I give you knots that choke themselves.

PRE-CHORUS (hammering, mechanical stomp)
Paths snap. Trails burn back. Cause bleeds into effect— And you’re caught in the teeth.
Not fake. Not ghost. It’s staring at you— And you feel the weight.

CHORUS (gang shouts + full-throat scream)
WARPED MINDS! YOU CAN’T CHASE WHAT SWALLOWS YOU! BROKEN SOULS! YOU CALL IT MADNESS ’CAUSE IT CUTS TOO DEEP! START—CRASH—START—AGAIN— THE SCREAM ANSWERS YOU! WARPED MINDS! THE LOOP IS YOU—THE LOOP IS FUCKING YOU!

VERSE 2 (relentless machine-pulse, faster)
You smash it smaller— 碎片 everywhere. Call that truth? You just murdered the thing that breathes in circles.
You choke what won’t fit your box— Too loud, too returning— You name it wrong ’Cause facing it would break you open.

BREAKDOWN (slow, tectonic crush, layered distortion)
Wall hit. Brain fries. Feedback floods— You shut down.
But it ain’t broke. It ain’t sick. Your head just never learned To stare this long.
You run ‘cause it mirrors— Points straight at your cracks And won’t blink.

BRIDGE (speed slams back, desperate urgency)
Don’t kill it— Ride the fucking spin. Ease in slow— Or it’ll shred you instant.
One rotation. One breath in the fire. Teach the skull How to hold the turn.
Give it rhythm. Give it teeth. Let the spiral Become the only god.

FINAL CHORUS (even faster, unhinged, no brakes)
WARPED MINDS! YOU CAN’T CAGE WHAT COMES BACK! BROKEN SOULS! YOU HATE WHAT SEES YOU FIRST! START—CRASH—START—AGAIN— NO FUCKING ESCAPE! WARPED MINDS! THE WORLD BENDS—AND YOU BREAK!

OUTRO (grinding chant, endless, decaying into static)
Start—again— Start—again— Start—again—
No exit. No mercy. Just the return. Just the return. Just the—
(fade into grinding noise loop)

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INTRO (count-in, guttural bark) Lalalala! ONE—TWO—THREE—FUCK—  VERSE 1 (full-throttle, chainsaw edge) I ain’t hiding in the dark— I’m the glitch you can’t kill. Not a monster—just the echo That slams back harder every time. You grab at it— It twists, it laughs, it bites your hand. You want straight lines? I give you knots that choke themselves. PRE-CHORUS (hammering, mechanical stomp) Paths snap. Trails burn back. Cause bleeds into effect— And you’re caught in the teeth. Not fake. Not ghost. It’s staring at you— And you feel the weight. CHORUS (gang shouts + full-throat scream) WARPED MINDS! YOU CAN’T CHASE WHAT SWALLOWS YOU! BROKEN SOULS! YOU CALL IT MADNESS ’CAUSE IT CUTS TOO DEEP! START—CRASH—START—AGAIN— THE SCREAM ANSWERS YOU! WARPED MINDS! THE LOOP IS YOU—THE LOOP IS FUCKING YOU! VERSE 2 (relentless machine-pulse, faster) You smash it smaller— 碎片 everywhere. Call that truth? You just murdered the thing that breathes in circles. You choke what won’t fit your box— Too loud, too returning— You name it wrong ’Cause facing it would break you open. BREAKDOWN (slow, tectonic crush, layered distortion) Wall hit. Brain fries. Feedback floods— You shut down. But it ain’t broke. It ain’t sick. Your head just never learned To stare this long. You run ‘cause it mirrors— Points straight at your cracks And won’t blink. BRIDGE (speed slams back, desperate urgency) Don’t kill it— Ride the fucking spin. Ease in slow— Or it’ll shred you instant. One rotation. One breath in the fire. Teach the skull How to hold the turn. Give it rhythm. Give it teeth. Let the spiral Become the only god. FINAL CHORUS (even faster, unhinged, no brakes) WARPED MINDS! YOU CAN’T CAGE WHAT COMES BACK! BROKEN SOULS! YOU HATE WHAT SEES YOU FIRST! START—CRASH—START—AGAIN— NO FUCKING ESCAPE! WARPED MINDS! THE WORLD BENDS—AND YOU BREAK! OUTRO (grinding chant, endless, decaying into static) Start—again— Start—again— Start—again— No exit. No mercy. Just the return. Just the return. Just the— (fade into grinding noise loop)

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