“See full lyrics on song page, as video lost track from glitches.” :::: [verse 0] :::: You asked me to join the band You ask me to sit on the stand You As* me to make another grand I ask you, :::: [drop] :::: When the shit hits the fan, where will it land? :::: [verse 1] :::: Some punch the clock, never rattling the cage. The way to get a day more pay. I beat through the rock forever battling the rage The way to get a day more pay. :::: [chorus] :::: Kicking it down, up-beating everything around Hitting the high - hats off for you! Crashing. Crash, Crash, Crashing. Crash, Crash, Crashing. Stomping the floor trapped on the snare I ask you: (go down) Where? (go down) Will? It? Land? :::: [breakdown] :::: Racing sims, real Colin McRae, Raising cyms, recalling my rage! Crash a ride, you may, Crash ‘n’ ride, my rage. Pausing in a fill, at will. Passing on a break, to fill: WITH ***** RAGE!! (RAGE) ***** RAGE!! :::: [verse 2] :::: Don’t try to give me a handpan, I wood block. Be cautious, or I’ll pack you up, like the Cajón you are. There are borders you need to stay within, or I’ll shoot the rim. There’s no roadie layin hands on my gear That’s a rodeo with a hands-on FEAR! (RAGE!) :::: [chorus] :::: Hitting the high - hats off for you! Crashing, Crash, Crash, Crashing, Crash, Crash, Crashing, Stomping the floor trapped on the snare I ask you: (Where?) Where? (Will?) Will? (It?) It? (Land?) Land? :::: [verse 3] :::: Sticks in my hand, throw them in the air. Stick’em in your ears. **** No safeword Can’t hit the breaks must beat the fakes Defeat the aches no more takes it’s the walk of cakes around the beats that Cakewalk makes. :::: [denial] :::: An AI can’t take my job, I’d beat it with my hands bare. An AI can’t take my job, just have it, to be fair I don’t want it no more. Why should I sit there, drippin in sweat, hitting all around at this invisible threat? Just have it: rage from the machine. ### .-. .- --. . / -. ..- ### RAGE RAGE :::: [verse 4] :::: Give it a roll. Shuffle. Try a back-beat and I’ll choke. Wing it and I’ll swing it. Cadence like a Click track. Rush’ya till you step back. Paradiddle. Quadruplet. I’m having a blast. Give me triplets, I’ll finish them fast. ### (.-. .- --. . / -. ..-) ### The ghost notes is all I leave, I’m out! Rage. Rage. ### (.-. .- --. . / -. ..-) ### :::: [shift] :::: RAGE! Paradiddle. Quadruplet. Ghost notes is all I leave, :::: [chorus] :::: Hitting the high - hats off for you! Crashing. Crash, Crash, Crashing. Crash, Crash, Crash. Stomping the floor trapped on the snare. I ask you: Where? Will? It? **** Land? :::: [scat] :::: Paradiddle, Paradiddle-diddle double-paradiddle middle-flam paradiddle. Pataflafla, pataflafla, pataflafla, ratamaCue. :::: [resign] :::: They’ll do it: rage from the machine. RAGE “RAGE.NU” RAGE This shit just hit our fans! Shitting on our fans! When it lands, it’s not on me. NOT! ON! ME! :::: [break 1] :::: RAGE “RAGE.NU” Hats off for you! **** (Rage for you!) :::: [verse 5] :::: Grab my Castanets, throw them on the floor. Go straight for the crotalum, I’m out, out through the door. :::: [reveal] :::: You’re stuck with: rage from the machine. :::: [break 2] :::: RAGE - rage from the machine - :::: [outro] :::: ### (.-. .- --. . / -. ..-) ### “RAGE.NU” ***** “.-. .- --. . / -. ..-” “.-. .- --. . / -. ..-” #Ghost #notes #is #all #I #leave, “.-. .- --. . / -. ..-”
