Title: WAIVER ON ENTRY [Verse 1] Read the fine print on the doorframe crack: “If your lungs collapse, we don’t pay it back.” Strobe light warning in a legal font, “Side effects: more bass than you want.” EMT posted by the subs up front, Earplugs free if you’re built to punt. If the rig looks wrong, that’s by design— We tuned this room like a fault line. [Pre-Chorus] You want safe? You took wrong street. This is where the rails leave feet. [Chorus] Sign the waiver, step inside, Let the sound peel back your pride. If the drop don’t make your vision shake, Money back—this show’s a fake. We don’t promise you’ll leave the same, Just stamped in red with the system’s name. If your brain cells spark then flee, That’s the cover charge. You paid that fee. [Verse 2] House lights dim and the floorboards swell, Kick hits once like a breach in hell. Security shrugs, they’ve seen this ride, Last night’s set left the booth half fried. Nu-metal chugs with a serrated growl, Dubstep teeth in a steel-mill howl. If your chest don’t cave when the rail line bends, You’re too far gone to make amends. [Pre-Chorus] You want calm? Then close that tab. This ain’t music, this is lab. [Chorus] Sign the waiver, step inside, Let the sound peel back your pride. If the drop don’t make your vision shake, Money back—this show’s a fake. We don’t promise you’ll leave the same, Just stamped in red with the system’s name. If your thoughts run out on three, That’s the fine print. You agreed. [Bridge – spoken over build] No insurance, no complaint desk, No safe word when the rig goes berserk. When the cones fold in and the lights go white, That’s not a glitch— that’s done right. [Breakdown Tag] Waiver signed. Veins drum-tight. If you feel your skull vibrate— that’s baseline height. [Final Chorus] Sign the waiver, step inside, Let the voltage strip your stride. If the drop feels wrong in the best worst way, That’s your comfort burning away. We don’t promise you’ll leave complete, Just wired, wrecked, and off your feet. If your sane side screams “don’t be here,” That’s the chorus. Crank that fear.
