[Intro] [The sound of heavy rebar dragging across pavement. A massive, distorted drum kick hits like a sledgehammer. A low-frequency, "growling" bass synth rumbles underneath.] [Verse 1] I’m a relic of the muscle, a ghost of the brawn Standing on the ruins of a corporate dawn. Don’t need a password, don’t need a key When the wall in the way is afraid of me. I’m wearing riot gear from a dead regime The only thing real in a digital dream I don’t hack the system, I just break the box And leave the silicon screaming in the rocks. [Chorus] [The music explodes into a wall of distorted electric guitar. Vocals are shouted with a rhythmic, rhythmic intensity.] Oh, I’m the wrecking ball in the house of glass! Watching all the neon shadows pass! I’m the heavy weight that you can’t upload The king of the rubble and the open road! (Smash it down! Rip it out!) [Low, guttural backing vocals] (That’s what the Titan is all about!) [Verse 2] [The guitars drop out, returning to the heavy, "swaggering" trip-hop groove. A metallic "clink" punctuates every second beat.] I’ve got printer-toner war paint on my face Searching for a scrap of a physical space. They’re all living in the cloud, living in the air But I’m the only one who’s actually there. Concrete club with a rebar core Settling the score of a forgotten war I’m a high-def titan in a low-res land With the power of the earth in a calloused hand. [Bridge] [The tempo feels like it’s dragging, getting heavier and slower. The sound of crumbling stone and snapping metal.] It’s a physical world! It’s a physical fight! I’m turning off the city for the rest of the night! No more signals! No more lies! Just the heavy dust in the winter skies! (Impact... Imminent...) [The sound of a massive explosion muffled by distance] (Impact... Imminent...) [Chorus] Oh, I’m the wrecking ball in the house of glass! Watching all the neon shadows pass! I’m the heavy weight that you can’t upload The king of the rubble and the open road! [Outro] [The drums slow down to a single, echoing thud. The distorted guitar feedback rings out, slowly turning into a low hum.] (I'm still here...) (Still standing...) (Physical...) [The sound of one final, massive concrete slam, followed by the sound of falling dust.]
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