[Intro — single guitar feedback, amp hum, distant sirens. Gritty distorted guitar chord, held, decaying. Drums: single kick+snare hit, room reverb. Male vocal: half-spoken, low, exhausted, close-mic, dry. Then — sudden silence drop.] I'm not a hero. If you're looking for one — shut the fuck up and mute the sound. [short pause] I came to watch it fucking burn. [Guitar: feedback swell, abrupt cut] [Verse 1 — mid-tempo groove, 140 BPM. Gritty distorted guitars: ripping riffs, punk/industrial energy, feedback, sharp slides. Drums: punchy, live-feel, imperfect, chaotic. Synths: cold urban textures, flickering like neon. Male vocal: exposed, direct, hoarse, emotional, with subtle glitch/delay. Words spat out, not sung.] Night City's a meat grinder dipped in neon shit, You think you're living, you're just waiting your turn, They love that word — "innocents." Bullshit. [Guitar: feedback scream, harmonic squeal] Everyone here is dirty, everyone's earned their burn. Some sell their soul, some rent their body, Some pretend they don't hear the screaming in the walls, Arasaka ain't a building, it's an idea — Rip you into data, sell you back with a smile. [Guitar: dissonant slide, feedback tail, then silence drop] [Pre-Hook — stripped. Single guitar note, held. Bass drone. Drums: minimal, kick on 1 and 3, snare on 4 only. Male vocal: quieter, more intimate, but still raw, like a confession before the explosion.] I didn't want to win — Winning's for people with a future. All I had was the present, And it stank like rot and ozone. [Guitar: feedback swell, building] [Hook 1 — full band slam. Guitars: wall of gritty distortion, ripping riffs, feedback howls, wild anti-virtuoso solo fragments. Drums: explosive, chaotic, live-feel. Synths: cold neon stabs. Male vocal: raw shouting, emotional screams, voice cracking, bleeding authenticity.] BURN CORPO SHIT [Guitar: chord slam, feedback] BURN IT TO THE GROUND I PRESSED THE BUTTON OUT OF [short pause, breath] PURE FUCKING EXHAUSTION BURN CORPO SHIT NO HATE, JUST RAGE THE WORLD WON'T BREAK [shouted, almost breaking] NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU SWING [Guitar: feedback howl, cut to silence drop — 1 sec] [Verse 2 — same groove, but more aggressive. Guitars: ripping riffs, feedback, sharp slides. Drums: chaotic, punchy. Synths: cold urban textures. Male vocal: exposed, hoarse, emotional, with cracks, bleeding authenticity.] Yeah, I knew people were inside, I knew the screams would be short, [voice cracks] I knew this city wouldn't even slow the fuck down, I didn't care — it never cared first. [Guitar: feedback swell, harmonic] I stood there smoking, watching the tower burn, A symbol turned to ash, a corporate god on its knees, Bleeding plasma and glass into the neon dark, It was beautiful. Not fair — beautiful. [voice breaks on "beautiful", then silence drop] [Pre-Hook — stripped again. Single guitar harmonic, held. Bass drone. Drums: minimal. Male vocal: quieter, but with bitterness, like a scar talking.] I don't need forgiveness, I don't need a statue, I just need the corps to remember They're not immortal. [Guitar: feedback swell, building] [Hook 2 — full band slam, more chaotic. Guitars: wall of distortion, feedback screams, wild solos. Drums: explosive. Synths: cold neon stabs. Male vocal: raw, cracked, emotional screams, blood on the mic.] BURN CORPO SHIT [Guitar: chord slam] NOT RIGHT — HONEST AS FUCK NO ARMY, NO REVOLUTION JUST BROKEN PSYCHOS AND A BOMB BURN CORPO SHIT NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE SAME WHISKEY, SAME GRIN SAME EMPTY FEELING AFTER [silence drop — 1 sec] [Bridge — stripped, dark. Single guitar note, held, decaying. Bass drone. Drums: distant, sparse. Synths: cold pad, flickering. Male vocal: spoken, low, exhausted, dry, no reverb, like a dying transmission.] If time rolled back, I'd do it again, 'Cause emptiness is more honest than their lies, [voice breaks] The city won't remember why it burned, History rewrites the shit out of everything — [short pause] But for that moment, They burned. [long pause] And that [whisper, almost inaudible] Was [normal voice, dry, final] Enough. [Feedback swell, silence drop — 2 sec] [Final Hook — max chaos. Full band explosion. Guitars: wall of distortion, ripping riffs, feedback screaming. Drums: explosive, falling apart. Synths: cold neon stabs, flickering. Male vocal: raw, cracked, desperate, bleeding authenticity.] BURN CORPO SHIT [Guitar: chord slam, feedback] BURN CORPO SHIT BURN CORPO SHIT BURN CORPO SHIT [Feedback howl, cut to silence drop — 1 sec] [Outro — single guitar feedback, decaying. Amp hum. Distant sirens. Male vocal: spoken, dry, close-mic, exhausted, like the last words of a dead man.] I never wanted to be understood. [short pause] BURN CORPO SHIT. [Final guitar feedback, decaying into static. Silence.]
