[Intro] [Soft 4/4 kick fades in, distant rumble of a V-twin engine, Reese sub-bass 20Hz-60Hz pulse, dark ambient Rhodes] Look at 'em... 9-to-5 zombies trapped in the fucking wheel. Dying for a paycheck, breathing cold rain. Nah, man... that ain't life. [Ultra-low sonic boom drop & deep engine rev] [Verse 1] [Aggressive gravel spoken rap flow, modern swung drums, heavy 808 sub-glides] Clocks ticking down, another suit in a cage, Living out a script on a pre-written page. Wake up, gulp coffee, sell your soul for a dime, Just a fucking machine doing corporate time! I ride through the neon, watching ghosts in the glass, Trading their freedom for a pass-fail class. Keep your air-conditioned hell, keep your rat race track, I got four hundred pounds of steel at my back! [Hook] [Crisp distorted blues guitar stabs, heavy sub-bass hits, engine roar] Silence is my kingdom, the road is my home! Loneliness my brother, as I ride alone! My enemies advise me, keep my edge sharp and clean, And the cold snakes out there keep me safe from the machine! Yeah! No slave to the grind! [Sonic boom drop] [Verse 2] [Deep baritone spoken flow, crisp snare hit, sub-bass pulse] Concrete jungle swallowed every last name, Lost in the haze of a rigged-ass game. They scream inside their heads while their lips stay sealed, Crawling on their knees just to get through the field. Cold ash on the pavement, headlights in the dark, They're choking on the fumes while I light up the spark. They hate what they can't tame, so they spit in the dirt, Fuck their fake empathy, I wear my own hurt! [Hook] [Crisp distorted blues guitar stabs, heavy sub-bass hits, engine roar] Silence is my kingdom, the road is my home! Loneliness my brother, as I ride alone! My enemies advise me, keep my edge sharp and clean, And the cold snakes out there keep me safe from the machine! Yeah! No slave to the grind! [Bridge] [Tempo holds at 102 BPM, dark Rhodes swell, voice drops low, gravelly and raw] You call it a job... I call it a grave. Punching a ticket just to die as a slave. Keep your fake-ass smiles and your 9-to-5 cage... I'm writing my truth on the asphalt page! [Massive 808 sub-glide drop] [Hook] [Maximum energy, heavy sub-bass, distorted blues guitar] Silence is my kingdom, the road is my home! Loneliness my brother, as I ride alone! My enemies advise me, keep my edge sharp and clean, And the cold snakes out there keep me safe from the machine! [Outro] [Solo blues guitar stabs, heavy Harley V-twin engine fade, abrupt slam cut] No clock to punch. No leash on my neck. Just me, the open road... and the noise behind. We out. [Silence]
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