[INTRO — Spoken, low, echoing] Different speeds. Different weight. Same fire underneath. [VERSE 1] Metal shakes the earth with cathedral brass, Punk cuts quick like a blade made of glass. But both were born from the same dark spark, Kids fighting shadows in the heavy and the stark. Metal drops low like a storm in the veins, Punk hits fast like a runaway train. Different weapons, same battlefield, Different armor, same shield. [PRE-CHORUS] Two storms, one sky. Two screams, one cry. [CHORUS] Heavy or fast, it’s the same damn heart, Thunder or lightning tearing you apart. Metal roars what punk spits out, Both forged from anger and doubt. Heavy or fast, it’s the same damn fight, Turning darkness into light. Call it what you want, but the core won’t change — Just two ways to burn the flame. [VERSE 2] Metal stacks mountains till the air turns black, Punk kicks doors with a frantic attack. But both are truth carved into noise, Both are lifelines for broken boys. Metal is weight, punk is speed, But both feed the same raw need. Different tempos, same release, Different chaos, same peace. [PRE-CHORUS] Two paths, one source. Two styles, one force. [CHORUS] Heavy or fast, it’s the same damn heart, Thunder or lightning tearing you apart. Metal roars what punk spits out, Both forged from anger and doubt. Heavy or fast, it’s the same damn fight, Turning darkness into light. Call it what you want, but the core won’t change — Just two ways to burn the flame. [BRIDGE — Cinematic horns + guitars] Brass rising, Earth shaking, Guitars tearing, Storm waking. Two genres, One truth breaking. [VERSE 3] Metal kids think punk is too stripped down, Punk kids think metal’s just one long sound. But both of us grew up feeling misplaced, Both found refuge in the noise we chased. Metal crushes, punk ignites, But both are torches in the nights. Different shapes, same design, Different noise, same lifeline. [CHORUS — Bigger, darker] Heavy or fast, it’s the same damn heart, Thunder or lightning tearing you apart. Metal roars what punk spits out, Both forged from anger and doubt. Heavy or fast, it’s the same damn fight, Turning darkness into light. Call it what you want, but the core won’t change — Just two ways to burn the flame. [OUTRO — Spoken] Heavy or fast… Fast or heavy… Same fire. Same heart. Always ready.
