[STYLE: Preserve the existing instrumental exactly. Do not substantially rewrite, replace, simplify, reharmonize, re-tempo, or alter the established music, arrangement, instrumentation, dynamics, production, or mix. Treat the instrumental as locked and complete. Apply only the vocal performance, lyrical interpretation, phrasing, harmonies, and any vocal-specific production while fitting naturally within the existing music.] Vocals: [Vocalist: Male], [Vocal Range: Young Wiry High Tenor], [Lead + Gang Vocals], [Delivery: Raw melodic street punk with gritty Jersey punk attitude], [Verse Tone: Barked, punchy, direct, unfiltered], [Pre-Chorus: Building intensity with natural vocal push], [Chorus: Huge melodic gang-singalong hooks with shouted gang responses], [Bridge: Raw street-punk release, snarling, full-throttle without metal screaming], [Texture: Distinctive wiry timbre, naturally raw, edgy, unpolished, slightly heady placement, sharp consonant attack, grit emerging under vocal push, rough-around-the-edges authenticity], [Harsh Vocals: Raw punk gang shouts only, never metal screaming]] Processing: [Auto-Tune: None to minimal], [Double Tracking: Gang vocals and selective doubles], [Harmony: Gang harmonies over polished vocal stacks], [Reverb: Tight club room], [Delay: Minimal], [Saturation: Raw analog grit], [Degradation: Preserve imperfections, strain, and live realism] [Intro: Long sustained guitar feedback. Electrical hum. Quiet cough. Simple power chords begin. Snare roll builds into the full band.] [Verse 1] [Tight driving power chords. Vocal intimate but urgent.] Left to rot Left in the gutter to drown Unclaimed We scribbled our manifesto on concrete We are the unwanted Running the streets of Saint Mercy [Band briefly drops. Vocal cracks with emotion.] Born broken In a world that didn't want us [Band explodes back in.] Made of glass and grenades Hearts exploding in full color [Pre-Chorus] [Building intensity.] We are the unclaimed You left us to rot We are the lost kids of your broken cities [Chorus] [Huge melodic gang harmonies. Ringing guitars. Open crashes.] BUILT IN GLASSLAND! Glassland eats its kids! But we don't leave our own! No one left behind! [Spat out like a slogan.] PUNK PIGS TILL WE ROT! [Guitar feedback.] [Verse 2] [Tight groove returns.] We are the leftovers The discarded Lost in the Crystal Triangle Splashing our boots in Mercury Run We live in the cracks You pretend not to see us But we see your design [Almost whispered into a close microphone.] In Glassland... no one survives unscathed [Guitar feedback.] [Pre-Chorus] [Building.] We are the unclaimed You left us to rot We are the lost kids of your broken cities [Chorus] [Huge melodic gang harmonies.] BUILT IN GLASSLAND! Glassland eats its kids! But we don't leave our own! No one left behind! [Spat out.] PUNK PIGS TILL WE ROT! [Verse 3] [Driving. Drums become the focus on "The drummer boys know."] Kids of Glassland Where the streets run with rainbow poisoned pools The drummer boys know The Glass Jester smiles Every missing poster has a name Every broken kid has a story We keep each other breathing Until tomorrow [Bridge] [Pure chaotic punk. Raw snarling delivery.] BORN BROKEN! FRACTURED! SHATTERED! FORGOTTEN! NO GODS! NO MASTERS! ONLY US! WE PROTECT OUR OWN! NO ONE LEFT BEHIND! [Final Chorus] [Biggest chorus. Full gang vocals.] BUILT IN GLASSLAND! Glassland eats its kids! But we don't leave our own! No one left behind! [Spat out. Abrupt stop.] PUNK PIGS TILL WE ROT! [Only sustained guitar feedback rings into silence.]
