INTRO What's my name? (Anonymous) What's my name? (Anonymous) What's my name? (Anonymous) What's my name? (Anonymous) VERSE 1 My name’s Anonymous, The grin’s autonomous, My discography as large as a hippopotomous, And what do they eat, melons, Make music better than any mentally arrested felons, Anonymous, ominous, Shadow‑stepin’ through the monolith, Bars so big they need a zoning law to honor this, Heavy like a trebuchet, Launch a verse and whole careers just ricochet, Mind like a ministry, Mystery, blistering, history, Every syllable’s a symphony, I’m cooking while they’re glitching — pure latency, I need no accomplice, I craft apocalypse, Drop a line and watch the planet tilt off its axis, King with the catalyst, Rhyme analyst, Turn a beat to ashes with a casual flick of malice. VERSE 2 I move anonymous, Proof I’m promiscuous with dominance, Every step a saga, every breath a new astronomist, Charting out my consciousness, Monstrous, operatic with the confidence, I talk and whole continents get motion sickness from the consonants, I’m the phantom in the laminate, Damage in the amulet, Language doing backflips while I stand and just examine it, My stamina’s unanimous, Hammer hits, glamorous, I’m the faultline in their circuits that no specialist can manage this, I’m the myth they keep imagining, Patterning, scattering, I’m the storm that makes the satellites start panicking, I’m the catalyst, the mannequin That came alive and banished them, I’m the voice behind the curtain turning kings into contaminants. VERSE 3 I’m genre‑anonymous, Hop into ska then pivot back like it’s autonomous, Metal in my marrow, let the double‑kicks demolish this, Slide into shamisen, Japan again, I’m channeling A spirit in the strings that makes the shadows start unraveling, Macabre when I’m imagining, Darkness in the packaging, I paint a gothic picture then I flip it into dazzling, Pop when I’m relaxing it, Catchy but still hazardous, A hook so sweet it makes the reaper start to balance it, I’m the mask that never fractures, Crafting chapters, switching factors, Every style I touch becomes a sigil in my rafters, I’m the phantom in the practice, Atlas with the access, Anonymous forever — every genre is my address. PRE-CHORUS 1 I wanna feel the pulse again, I wanna feel the rush within, I wanna feel the night begin, I wanna feel alive, my friend. CHORUS 1 Anonymous — I light the room until the walls ignite, Anonymous — I chase the feeling through the neon night, Anonymous — I lose myself and get the moment right, Anonymous — I feel alive beneath the party lights. VERSE 4 We’re all Anonymous, Faces in the flicker when the strobes combust, Nobody’s judged, nobody’s named, nobody’s discussed, Just bodies in the rhythm while the bass erupts, We’re all synonymous, Lost inside the moment when the night’s robust, Every heartbeat syncing like a tribal thrust, Every shadow dancing in the neon dust, We’re all autonomous, Free from every label that they once imposed on us, No past, no pain, no weight, no rust, Just freedom in the chaos that we learn to trust, We’re all Anonymous, A thousand silhouettes becoming one chorus, A crowd of masked spirits where the night restores us, A family of strangers — and the feeling’s glorious. PRE-CHORUS 2 We wanna feel the night explode, We wanna drop the weight we hold, We wanna let the truth unfold, We wanna stand alive and bold. CHORUS 2 Anonymous — we raise the roof until the stars align, Anonymous — we let the manic and the low combine, Anonymous — we turn our shadows into something fine, Anonymous — we feel alive and leave the pain behind. VERSE 5 Maybe there’s a little Anonymous in all of us, A quiet pull that rises when the music starts to throttle us, A shadow in the heart that wants the night to remodel us, A mask we wear to dance when life begins to bottle us, Maybe there’s a little recklessness inside the trust, A moment where we let the neon pulse unlock the rust, A truth that only surfaces when the bass becomes a gust, A freedom in the chaos when the world feels too unjust, Maybe there’s a little Anonymous in every face, A hidden wish to vanish just to find a safer place, A longing to be nameless in the crowd’s embrace, A chance to feel alive without the pressure of a trace. VERSE 6 We are the manic, we are the depressed, Two sides of the rhythm beating hard in our chest, Some nights we’re rising, some nights we’re pressed, But we move as one body when the crowd’s compressed, We are the frantic, we are the suppressed, Still we find a little freedom when the lights fluoresce, Some hearts are racing, some need a rest, But the music makes a moment where we all coalesce, We are the static, we are the distressed, Still we lift each other up when the room’s congested, Some feel the chaos, some feel the blessed, But Anonymous reminds us that we’re all connected. OUTRO What's our name? (Anonymous) What's our name? (Anonymous) And don't forget the Grin.
