Powder Keg by Asamodius

[Intro – feedback, stick count‑in]
You hear amp hum and pick scrapes, then:
“Two, three, four!”

[Verse 1 – rap over chugs]
I’m a powder keg, pressure in my veins,
No gun, no knife, just the rage in my frame.
Hands to your halo, teeth to your crown,
Tear through your image, drag gods to the ground.
You call it “news”, I call it stage,
Paid‑up clowns just selling your rage.
Boss man laughing while we starve in line,
You feed us pennies, then you call it “grind.”

[Pre‑Chorus – rising shouts]
You don’t like me?
Let me turn it up.
You don’t like my sound?
Better back it up.

[Chorus – stretched hook, big open chords]
I’m a pow‑pow‑powder keeeeg (keeeeg, keeeeg),
Ready to blooow (bloooow, bloooow).
You don’t knooow how far I’ll go (gooo, gooo),
Heart on the floor—no, that’s a joke.
Bleed for you? No—
I don’t give a— BOOM (band hit, stop).

[Verse 2 – more shouted, call‑and‑response]
Preacher man gold‑trim robe on stage,
Talks about love while he’s banking the wage.
Bow to your god in a concrete church,
But I see blood on the teeth of the merch.
“Boss of the year” with a throat full of lies,
Choke on the paycheck, stare in my eyes.
Old men burning what they can’t buy twice,
Whole world paying that boomer price.

[Pre‑Chorus – harsher, more screamed]
You don’t want me,
When the lights go out.
Crowd turn feral,
Hear that broken shout.

[Chorus – full band, gang vocals]
I’m a pow‑pow‑powder keeeeg (keeeeg, keeeeg),
Ready to blooow (bloooow, bloooow).
You don’t knooow how far I’ll go (gooo, gooo),
Cut that rope from around my throat.
Bleed for you? No—
I don’t give a— BOOM (choked cymbal).

[Bridge – glitchy vocal chops, then slam]
Cut the screen, cut the sound, cut the crown down.
Glitch my voice, let it twist, let it break now.
You don’t like me? Turn me louder.
Hate that taste? Feel the powder.

[Breakdown – stomp riff, screams]
No halo.
No heroes.
Just zeros
With teeth.

Rip it, rip it, rip it out your chest.
Bite down hard, put your lies to rest.

[Final Chorus – extended, layered hook]
Pow‑pow‑powder keeeeg (keeeeg, keeeeg),
Ready to blooow (bloooow, bloooow).
You don’t knooow how far I’ll go (gooo, gooo),
One last spark then let it go.
Pow‑pow‑powder keeeeg,
Hear that roar roll through the crowd.
If you don’t want war with me—
Better keep my name out your mouth.

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[Intro – feedback, stick count‑in] You hear amp hum and pick scrapes, then: “Two, three, four!” [Verse 1 – rap over chugs] I’m a powder keg, pressure in my veins, No gun, no knife, just the rage in my frame. Hands to your halo, teeth to your crown, Tear through your image, drag gods to the ground. You call it “news”, I call it stage, Paid‑up clowns just selling your rage. Boss man laughing while we starve in line, You feed us pennies, then you call it “grind.” [Pre‑Chorus – rising shouts] You don’t like me? Let me turn it up. You don’t like my sound? Better back it up. [Chorus – stretched hook, big open chords] I’m a pow‑pow‑powder keeeeg (keeeeg, keeeeg), Ready to blooow (bloooow, bloooow). You don’t knooow how far I’ll go (gooo, gooo), Heart on the floor—no, that’s a joke. Bleed for you? No— I don’t give a— BOOM (band hit, stop). [Verse 2 – more shouted, call‑and‑response] Preacher man gold‑trim robe on stage, Talks about love while he’s banking the wage. Bow to your god in a concrete church, But I see blood on the teeth of the merch. “Boss of the year” with a throat full of lies, Choke on the paycheck, stare in my eyes. Old men burning what they can’t buy twice, Whole world paying that boomer price. [Pre‑Chorus – harsher, more screamed] You don’t want me, When the lights go out. Crowd turn feral, Hear that broken shout. [Chorus – full band, gang vocals] I’m a pow‑pow‑powder keeeeg (keeeeg, keeeeg), Ready to blooow (bloooow, bloooow). You don’t knooow how far I’ll go (gooo, gooo), Cut that rope from around my throat. Bleed for you? No— I don’t give a— BOOM (choked cymbal). [Bridge – glitchy vocal chops, then slam] Cut the screen, cut the sound, cut the crown down. Glitch my voice, let it twist, let it break now. You don’t like me? Turn me louder. Hate that taste? Feel the powder. [Breakdown – stomp riff, screams] No halo. No heroes. Just zeros With teeth. Rip it, rip it, rip it out your chest. Bite down hard, put your lies to rest. [Final Chorus – extended, layered hook] Pow‑pow‑powder keeeeg (keeeeg, keeeeg), Ready to blooow (bloooow, bloooow). You don’t knooow how far I’ll go (gooo, gooo), One last spark then let it go. Pow‑pow‑powder keeeeg, Hear that roar roll through the crowd. If you don’t want war with me— Better keep my name out your mouth.

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