[Song made for the Gimme Bass Challenge by HoG on The Crew discord server] [Wrote a song some time ago about the abundance of Attitude and Testosterone in social media, fact is it may now be the standard initiation of most discussions online I’m sad to say - so take a breather, chill and counter it with one smile at a time and maybe we can get back to normality whatever that used to be] ————————————————— [Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] Marchin’ in like gods of war, but they’re hollow to the core, Puffed-up chests and primal screams—what the hell are they fightin’ for? Echo chambers built from steel, louder means you’re more “real,” But truth got strangled in the noise, now all we worship is the feel. [Pre-Chorus] Pulse is redlining, mouths full of flame, Can’t hear logic over the bang of the blame. [Chorus] Veins full of static, no room to think, Drunk on the weight of the words we don’t mean. Rage is the language, fear’s in disguise, But no one admits there’s a tear in their pride. [Verse 2] Spittin’ power like it’s earned, but it’s borrowed, barely learned, Every thought a sharpened knife, every wound a badge you burned. Flexin’ facts like dead routines, alpha postures in the feed, But when the mask begins to slip, who’s the coward underneath? [Pre-Chorus] Still redlining, egos combust, Shoutin’ for justice while drownin’ in dust. [Chorus] Veins full of static, fists in the sky, Echoes of logic replaced by a lie. Truth isn’t loud, it doesn’t compete, But silence gets slaughtered and thrown in the street. [Bridge] Testosterone in threads, in feeds, in law… In the way we clap back, in the way we draw Lines in sand with bloodied pens, No room for doubt, no room for “when.” [Breakdown] Ripped from the root— What’s left when you burn down the fruit? Ripped from the root— Say it louder, they’ll call it truth! [Repeat Breakdown: Calm] Ripped from the root— What’s left when you burn down the fruit? Ripped from the root— Say it louder, they’ll call it truth! [Final Chorus: Half-time, heavy drop] Veins full of static, hearts full of war, Louder than ever but emptier than before. We scream like kings, afraid to be seen— A throne built on rubble and masculine dreams.
