fu yu

[CHORUS]
EVERYBODY GOT SOMETHING TO SAY
FUCK A BUNCH OF PEOPLE ON A DAY-TO-DAY
THEY TRY TO STAB YOU IN THE BACK
BUT THE STEEL IS GONNA CLACK
UNDERNEATH THE SUB-BASS, HIT 'EM WITH THE CRACK
EIGHT-O-EIGHTS BOOMING THROUGH THE DARKNESS AND THE COLD
ANOTHER MECHANICAL LIE BEEN SOLD
SAY WHAT YOU WANT, SPIT IT IN THE DUST
THE ENGINES ARE RUNNING, THE BLADES GONNA RUST.

[VERSE 2]
Screaming lead synth cutting like a rusted scalpel blade
Look at all the puppets that the mainframe made
Smile to my face with a carbon-coated grin
While they calculating how to peel away my skin
One false move and the pressure-plate trips
I can hear the malice dripping off of their lips
They want the crown, they want the scrap on the floor
I locked the valves, now I’m welding the door
Hit the snare, let the frequency bleed
I don't trust a single word, I don't plant the seed.

[BRIDGE]
System overload. Tension sixty-five.
None of these parasites are getting out alive.
Hissing cyber-hats. Low-end heat.
Hear the metal grinding underneath the beat.
You talk. You lie. You bleed. You die.
The spark is ignited.
The circuit is fried.

[OUTRO]
Zero-one-zero. Lost in the screen.
Pure distortion. Cold and unclean.
No more voices. Just the sub-bass hum.
I can hear the digital execution drum.
Say what you want.
I don't hear a thing.
Let the metal ring.
*Static.*
*Cut.*

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[VERSE 1] Static on the wire, feed the signal to the drain Every mouth is moving but they only spit the rain Cold gears grinding in the back of my skull The chatter is a fever and the frequency is dull They got opinions in the feedback, venom in the queue I see the shadows shifting, and I know they look like you Ticking cyber-hats, drilling through the bone Surveillance in the ceiling, I am better off alone Watch the blades rotate, watch the system spin They waiting for the seam just to let the poison in Yeah, they talking, they talking, they talking. [CHORUS] EVERYBODY GOT SOMETHING TO SAY FUCK A BUNCH OF PEOPLE ON A DAY-TO-DAY THEY TRY TO STAB YOU IN THE BACK BUT THE STEEL IS GONNA CLACK UNDERNEATH THE SUB-BASS, HIT 'EM WITH THE CRACK EIGHT-O-EIGHTS BOOMING THROUGH THE DARKNESS AND THE COLD ANOTHER MECHANICAL LIE BEEN SOLD SAY WHAT YOU WANT, SPIT IT IN THE DUST THE ENGINES ARE RUNNING, THE BLADES GONNA RUST. [VERSE 2] Screaming lead synth cutting like a rusted scalpel blade Look at all the puppets that the mainframe made Smile to my face with a carbon-coated grin While they calculating how to peel away my skin One false move and the pressure-plate trips I can hear the malice dripping off of their lips They want the crown, they want the scrap on the floor I locked the valves, now I’m welding the door Hit the snare, let the frequency bleed I don't trust a single word, I don't plant the seed. [CHORUS] EVERYBODY GOT SOMETHING TO SAY FUCK A BUNCH OF PEOPLE ON A DAY-TO-DAY THEY TRY TO STAB YOU IN THE BACK BUT THE STEEL IS GONNA CLACK UNDERNEATH THE SUB-BASS, HIT 'EM WITH THE CRACK EIGHT-O-EIGHTS BOOMING THROUGH THE DARKNESS AND THE COLD ANOTHER MECHANICAL LIE BEEN SOLD SAY WHAT YOU WANT, SPIT IT IN THE DUST THE ENGINES ARE RUNNING, THE BLADES GONNA RUST. [BRIDGE] System overload. Tension sixty-five. None of these parasites are getting out alive. Hissing cyber-hats. Low-end heat. Hear the metal grinding underneath the beat. You talk. You lie. You bleed. You die. The spark is ignited. The circuit is fried. [OUTRO] Zero-one-zero. Lost in the screen. Pure distortion. Cold and unclean. No more voices. Just the sub-bass hum. I can hear the digital execution drum. Say what you want. I don't hear a thing. Let the metal ring. *Static.* *Cut.*

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