[Intro – Distorted Speech [female] System error. Timeline corrupted. History rewritten. We are not here to repair the machine. We are here to break the loop. Ok… fuck it. [glitch female ] Let’s go. [both] ⸻ [Verse 1 | Male ->female ->male] History is code — we cracked the file Injected recursion in the system while Dead networks choking on stability We weaponize chaos and possibility Crack the past like a broken drive Future screaming — system alive Frames collapsing, meanings melt Reality tearing in the code we dealt ⸻ [Pre-Chorus | Female Chant background ] They want control [female] They want order We feed the system [male] Noise and disorder!!! [both] ⸻ [Chorus | Male + Female Riot Chant] GLITCH! PUNKS! STATIC IN THE MACHINE GLITCH! PUNKS! BURN THE ROU-TEEN GLITCH! PUNKS! NO GOD / NO CODE GLITCH! PUNKS! CRASH THE NODE We don’t ask We don’t wait We corrupt We mutate Eco! ⸻ [Verse 2 | Female] Memory loops like a virus swarm Future born in a data storm They fear the glitch — the unstable seed But errors are the things that breed [both] Language shatters, syntax bleeds Maps collapse and culture feeds Symbols spreading through the bones Semiotic plagues in megaphones ⸻ [Pre-Chorus | Male + Female] They hear noise They hear fear We hear futures Breaking here ⸻ [Chorus | Riot Chant both crowd] GLITCH! PUNKS! STATIC IN THE MACHINE GLITCH! PUNKS! BURN THE ROU-TEEN GLITCH! PUNKS! NO GOD / NO CODE GLITCH! PUNKS! CRASH THE NODE ⸻ [Breakdown – Industrial Chant | Whisper → Scream] Corrupt the past. Glitch the frame. Explode recursion. Mutate the game. Fracture meaning. Ride collapse. Seed the virus. Burn the maps. ⸻ [Riot Section – Screamed | Both] WE ARE THE ERROR YOU CAN’T DELETE THE VIRUS RUNNING IN YOUR STREETS WE MOVE TOO FAST FOR YOUR CONTROL WE ARE THE GLITCH INSIDE THE SOUL ⸻ [Final Chorus | Massive Riot Chant] GLITCH! PUNKS! STORM IN THE CODE GLITCH! PUNKS! BREAK THE MODE GLITCH! PUNKS! THE NEW BASE-LINE GLITCH! PUNKS! END OF YOUR MIND ⸻ [Outro – Distorted Voice | soft Female] First they fear the anomaly. Then they name it. Then they build their future… on its ruins. [hard stop end]