Intro (Fiddle weaving, spoken) Alley smoke and neon haze, Footsteps echo where the spirits play. We slip through cracks, turn the gears, Laugh at your order, spit at your fears. (Fiddle ramps up into the first verse) Verse 1 (Punk energy, short lines, call-and-fiddle fills) Smoke curls in alleys, sparks in wires, We’re claws in the city, teeth in fires. No rules, no bosses, no leash to hold, We twist your machines till the gears turn cold. Minor spirits giggle, hiding in vents, Whisper secrets you’ll never sense. Umbra hums under the asphalt’s skin, We strike with a grin, let chaos in. Chorus (Melodic / fiddle echo) We’re Monkeywrenchers! Ragabash on the run! Turn the gears, break the chains, Leave your world undone! Fiddle screams, city dreams, We howl in the sparks, We’re Monkeywrenchers! We leave our marks! Verse 2 (Flowing, storytelling section) Billboards bleed neon, offices choke on dust, Every vent a portal, every pipe a trust. We carve rituals in the shadows’ seams, Teach the city to howl in its hidden dreams. We slip past guards, their eyes half blind, Laugh as their order unravels behind. Gears grind, machines sigh in pain, Minor spirits dance in the pouring rain. Chorus (Punk energy, shouty) We’re Monkeywrenchers! Ragabash on the run! Turn the gears, break the chains, Watch the Wyrm come undone! We dance through the shadows, We howl in the sparks, We’re Monkeywrenchers! We leave our marks! Bridge (Fiddle-driven, semi-spoken, mystical) Umbra hums under the streets tonight, Ghosts of circuits whisper, flickering light. We don’t just destroy—we awaken, we play, Turn your tidy world upside-down, and slip away. (Half-time, fiddle runs echoing like laughter) Who listens? Who watches? Who breaks the line? We do… we do… we do… Verse 3 (Fast punk, aggressive) Factories choke, wires hiss, neon screams, Our claws tear through your plastic dreams. You built your walls to keep us out, But the Umbra laughs at every doubt. Minor spirits wink from pipes and drains, We leave chaos, sparks, and stains. Every machine you love can’t survive, When Monkeywrenchers show up alive. Chorus (Hybrid, big finish) We’re Monkeywrenchers! Ragabash on the run! Turn the gears, break the chains, Watch the Wyrm come undone! Fiddle screams, city dreams, We howl in the sparks, We’re Monkeywrenchers! We leave our marks! Outro (Fiddle solo fading, whispered) No leash… no law… Just claw… just awe… We slip through cracks, And the city never sees us at all.
