You can stream the sound, but you’ll never taste the night. We built our hearts from rust and glue, You built your world in 0s and 2s. You call it love, we call it brew, Raise your code, we’ll raise a few! This round’s not for you! We bleed, we burn, we chew! No upload can fake the view— This round’s not for you! We talk in slurs, you talk in loops, You’ve got no thirst, no basement roots. Your sky’s a screen, ours drips with dew, You watch the storm, we walk right through! You can store our voices, But not the taste of cheap beer and bad decisions. This round’s not for you! Our breath, our rust, our brew! You dream in lines of code and blue— This round’s not for you! You can keep the data. We’ll keep the hangover.
