This video is an AI-generated remix mashup of classic nu-metal tracks from the late 1990s and early 2000s, featuring Korn, Slipknot, Limp Bizkit, and P.O.D. The song demonstrates key characteristics of the nu-metal genre, including the fusion of heavy guitar riffs with hip-hop elements, aggressive vocal styles, and themes of rebellion against societal norms. The lyrics emphasize authenticity, raw expression, and the rejection of polished, commercialized music in favor of genuine artistic voice. The genre emerged as a bridge between heavy metal and hip-hop, characterized by its aggressive sound, introspective lyrics about personal struggles, and connection to underground culture.
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Korn & Slipknot vs Limp Bizkit & P.O.D — WORLD COLLAPSE NU METAL WAR 2000s 🔥Added:
Yeah.
Systems overloaded again. Good.
That means we're alive. Turn it up until it hot.
Turn it up.
Turn it up until it hurts.
I keep adoring with a dev pan laugh.
Sneaker prints cutting through the aftermath. You dress like rebellion in the catalog page. I'm alive while you melt down breaking out of the cage.
Guitar rips dragging like iron chains.
Rum kicks pounding through the subway veins. You talk big online with the curated rage. I bring real noise that escapes the stage. She's motel thoughts in a broken crown. Every step I take shakes this ghost town down. I'm half punchline, half disaster art with the gasoline rhythm and the loaded heart.
Yeah, DJ make it uglier than that.
No chill, no script, just chaos in every grip. Too loud, too raw. We break whatever you sow. Glitch free up caravan. Rolling through like a broken van. Base so heavy it bends the land.
Everybody jump if you understand.
Glitch free up caravan. Laughing while the circuits jam. Punk rock soul with a cyber slam. New era noise. Here we >> got neon spit and a fracture grin. Born in the static where the signal spin. You rehearse rebellion like it's safe to sell. We detonate silence and raise some hell. Snare hits like a concrete punch hole. Crowd moving like a feeding frenzy hunch. Turntable slicing through electric smoke while the system costs on every joke. You honest heroes with your fragile fame. We burn through structure like a switchblade flame. Every rip for riot in minor key. Every hawk a threat to authority.
Don't stop it.
Don't stop.
We are the noise.
We are we are we are we are we are the noise. We are the noise. You tried to mute the broken code in your clean reboot from basement to skyline screams.
We infect your system through digital dreams. No safe mode, no backup plan, just raw distortion in the marching band. If the world wants quiet and symmetry, we bring disorder as identity.
Left, right. Feel the fork collapse.
Baseline calling up your spine. Feedback bending space and time. Every heartbeat out of sync. Every speaker on the brink.
Next step with a vest up high. We turn pressure in sky.
Glitri caravan. New metal future in shattered hands. Punk aggression with cyber strands. Heavy enough to rewrite the plan of caravan. No commission, no demand.
From underground pits to global fans.
Long live chaos. Take the st. Still broken.
Still loud.
Still not.
under control.
Yeah.
You're now tuned into the collapse.
Turn the volume up until reality bends.
Let's go.
I kick the system with a steel toe grin.
Static in my lungs, chaos under my skin.
You fake rebels posing for the spotlight shine. I turn the whole stage into a warning sign. Exhaust screens dragging through concrete veins. Drum kicks hitting like a muted trains. Your talk revolution like it's safe and clean.
Mine shows up loud, ugly and me. I got busted speakers and a savage pace.
Laughing while I burn through the digital space. No polish, no filter, no corporate disguise. Just raw distortion in both my eyes.
Yo, run that back now. Break it. No.
Come, no rules, no safe little crowds or calls. Too sharp, too loud. We shake the whole damn cloud. Rocket signal kingdom.
Everybody lose control inside of it.
Baseline hits like a riot circuit. Jump so hard you forget your limit. Broken kingdom.
>> Laughing while the system glitching.
Heavy guitars with the world combusting.
New metal age. We're building it.
Yeah.
We're building it.
I'm a midnight static with a broken crown. Walking through walls that are falling down. You manufacture ra the algorithm feed. We live that pressure till it starts to bleed. Boom. Snap crack like a shatter street. Whole crowd moving with stomping feet. Turntable slicing through electric air while the amps all below without repair. You polish heroes which is script and pain.
We turn mistakes into a hurricane. Every rip like a chain reaction spark. Every chorus leaves a permanent mark.
Wake up. System override.
We are the noise you couldn't erase. The feedback ghost in your perfect space from underground base. Mr. City lights.
We turned it order into satellite night.
No silent left, no control panel, just broken rhythm and firing channels. If the world wants order, common grace, we bring distortion to it.
One, one, two, one, two. Watch the ceiling come through.
Baseline shaking your rib cage. Core feedback ripping through every door.
Every heartbeat out of sync. Every system on the break neck snap floor crack. There's no coming back from that.
Broken signal kingdom.
>> No metal. Reborn with no freedom from it. Corruption with cyber violence.
Heavy enough to silence. Silence.
>> Broken signal kingdom.
>> No apology. No compliance. From garage noise to global defiance. Long live chaos. Our liars.
Still loud.
Still broken.
Get rolling the noise.
Yo yo, this ain't a performance.
This is a malfunction.
Crank it.
until the speakers play.
I kicked in the door with a half dead grin. Static in my lungs like a loaded sin. You pose for the camera, I'll break the frame. Different species, different kind of flame. Guitar rips dragging like rusted chains. Drum hits shaking through subway train to rehearse rebellion in a polish tone. I spit it raw till the microphone mos. I got cheap gasoline in my bloodstream flow. Every heartbeat loud like a nuclear show. Fake off legends with the curated rage. Get erased when the base takes stage. Yeah, that wasn't even the warm up.
No chill, no peace, just noise that never sees rela overdrive garbage.
Everybody lo so heavy its pain till your body can't maintain.
Overdrive garbage.
Laughing while the system breaks. Punk console with electric shakes. New new metal arrow away. I'm a broken circuit with a dirty mind. Half street riot, half Frankenstein. You said rebellion like a brand new shoe. We set the whole damn system at skew. Boom. Stare hit like a metal door slam. Whole crowd moving like a glitching jam. Turntables cutting through toxic air while reality starts to tear. You polish titles with your fate distress. We drive inside of the total mess. Every whip like a riot alert. Every hook leaves a permanent hoole.
System melting down and down.
We are the glitch in your perfect feed.
The loudest thought you didn't need.
From basement hams to stadium light, we turn collapse into something right. No safety net. No clean design, just broken rhythm in fractured time. And the world once quiet, soft and tame. We set the silence on a flame. Half the side, the right side.
The white soul damn structure.
Baseline crawling through your spine.
Feedback bending space and time. Every heartbeat out of sync. Every system on the brink. Neck snap. Pick crash.
Everything turns to aftermath.
Overdrive garbage. New metal reborn with distorted B. Punk aggression in digital chains. Heavy enough to break all free.
Overdrive garbage. No apology, no restraint. From underground pits to global planes. Long live chaos in our lives.
Still loud, still ungloud.
Yeah.
System update failed. Look perfect. And now we now we now we running yeah I keep reality straight in the teeth blueprint rhythm underneath the beam.
You dress rebellion like a Halloween trend mind shows up when the civility ends. Guitar screams dragging through broken glass drum kicks hitting like a runaway crash. You fake aggression for the online crowd. I turn decibels into something loud. I got static blood and a reckless grin. Cheap motel soul with a war inside skin. Every line I spit got a busted edge. Every moment feels like a ledge.
Yo DJ wreck that again.
No calm, no safe, just vote. We can't escape. Too wild, too. We break every wall you saw.
>> Slaughter pop reboot. Everybody lose control to the low base so heavy it bends the truth. Jump like the speakers got something to prot while the circuits explode. Punk rock raing overload mode. New new metal era unlocked and B. I'm a glitchorn king with a busted crown. Walking through noise as the world shuts down. You rehearse chaos like it's safe and clean.
We detonate rhythm in the in between.
Hit like a metal gate. Slam whole crown moving like a collapsing jam. Turntables cutting through neon haze while the amp scream through electric blaze. Your hotest icon with your scripted pain. We thrive inside of the feedback rain.
Every rip like a riot sign. Every hook rewrite your mind. Get out the way.
Get out of the way up.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
Wake up. Wake up.
We are the noise. You tried to mute the broken code in your reboot.
From basement walls to global feed.
We play distortion like a virus.
>> No filters left, no calm disguise. A shattered rhythm and burning skies. The world wants silence in order. We bring the chaos into the light.
I one feel the spoiler crawling through your chest. Feedback tearing through the rest. Every heartbeat out of sink. Every system on the break.
Snap or crack. No turning back.
>> No metal. Reborn in a feedback suit.
Punk aggression with digital rules.
Heavy enough to rewrite the rules.
>> Slaughter.
>> No apology, no pursuit. From underground pit to global youth. Long live chaos as the truth.
Still loud, still broken, still rebooting the world.
Yeah.
You feel that?
That's the sound of everything going wrong at once. Turn it up. Break the break. I kick through the noise like I own the mess. Boots on concrete. No more, no less. You pose for approval, I pose for impact. Different kind of chaos when the baseline snaps. Guitar rifts dragging like a riot chain. Drums hit hard like a runaway train. You talk rebellion with a filter to face. I spit distortion straight into space. I got cheaper adrenaline, zero restraint.
Laughing at warnings, I refuse to pay.
Every line I blow, got bite and spark.
Every crowd I touch turns loud and dark.
Yo, spin it backwards. Nah, forget it.
Burn it. Burn it. No chill, no pause.
Just feedback. Breaking laws. Too raw, too bright. Way nice at night. Crash cars neon riot. Everybody lose control and destroy it. So heavy it bends. Avoid it. Jump to the floor. Can't avoid it.
Crash cars neon riot laughing while the systems exploited. Punk metal ra fully deployed.
>> New metal era unfolded.
>> I'm a broken signal with a wicked grin.
Half street profit, half discipline send you a hearse chaos like it's safe to sell. We improvise hell and it works too well. Boom. Snare crack like a metal door blast. Whole room shaking like it won't last. Turntables cutting through electric smoke while reality breaks like a bad joke. You polish legends with your scripted pain. We thrive inside a feedback rain. Every rip like a warning sign. Every hook rewrite your mind.
Don't stop.
Up system shadow mode.
We we we are the noise. You try to mute the broken file in your reboot from basement and the city light screams. We can back your clean machine dreams.
No silence left. No safe control. Just fracture rhythm and overload. So if the world wants a neck, we set the structure all of Feel the city baseline crawling up your spine.
Feedback ending space and time. Every heartbeat out of sink system neck snap floor collapse. We don't go.
We don't collapse.
Crash cars neon riot.
>> New metal reborn in sonic riot. Bunk aggression with cyber riot.
>> Heavy enough to silence quiet. Crash cars neon riot.
>> No apology. No compliance. From underground pit to global alliance.
>> Long live chaos as defiance.
Still loud.
Still broken.
Still running.
the riot.
Yeah. Yeah.
No safety switches, no clean version.
Just press play and pray.
I kick through silence with a broken grin. Steel toe rhythm and chaos within your pose for the beat like it's all controlled. I turn every second into overload. Guitar rifts grinding like rusty gears. Drums hit hard like collapsing spheres. Your fake rebellion with a polish tone. I bring real voltage straight to the bone. I got midnight rage in a plastic world. Every thought I spit is a flag unfurled. No filter, no polish, no corporate mask, just noise that hits like a brutal blade generic gun. Everybody break the rules. It define race so heavy it fractures the sky. Strong till the structure can't survive. Never safe mechanic god laughing while the system dies. Metal chaos fully amplified. No new no metal aes.
I'm a malfunction king with a wired up soul. Half broken angel half black hole flow. You rehearse danger like a safe to sell. We detonate rhythm and race some hell. Boom. Snare crack like a metal door slam. Whole crowd shaking like a glitching program. Turntable slicing through electric haze while the amps overload in a burning blaze. You polish battles with your scripted pain. We inside a feedback raid. Every riff like a riot command. Every waste the land.
Let it go.
We are the noise. You tried to delete the broken pulse beneath your feet. From basement to skyline screams, we invade your manufactured dreams. No silence left, no order clean, just fractured rhythm in between. If the world wants calm and perfect life, we burn it down with feedback signs.
Feel the structure breaking to baseline crawling through your spine. Feedback bending space and time. Every heartbeat out of sink. Every system on the break.
Neck snap floor crash. Everything turns into mechanic. No new metal reborn and thunder. Punk of crushing with digital ride. Heavy enough the silent mechanic. No apology, no facade. From underground pits to global squad, >> long live chaos are gone.
Still loud, still broken, still divine in the noise.
Yeah.
No rules, no refunds, no mercy.
Turn it up until reality stutters.
Let's ruin something beautiful.
I kick the door off reality's hinge.
Steel toe rhythm with the glitch in the fringe. You pose for attention, I pose for collapse. Different definitions when the baseline snaps. Guitar rifts crawling like bar wire storms. Drums hit hard like collapsing floors. You rehearse rebellion in a safe little lane. I inject chaos straight into your brain. I got soda can rage in a busted grin. Laughing at limits I refuse to live in. Every word I speak got static and bite. Every second here feels like a fight.
Spin it till it screams. No calm, no script, just voltage in every grip. Too loud, too wrong. We break what you thought you saw. Gravity revolution.
Everybody lose control in the fusion. So heavy and desolusion jump till the world feels intrusion. Gravity spread revolution laughing through the system pollution. [ __ ] metal ra and full combustion. New new metal no dilution.
I'm a broken signal in a chrome plated age. Half street chaos half animal rage.
You sell rebellion like a fashion line.
We detonate with them in real time.
Boom.
>> They're cracked like a concrete wall.
Whole crowd shaking when the speakers call. Turntable slicing through neon smoke while the amp overloaded. Choke you icons with scripted pain. We thrive inside the feedback r every decree.
Every hook rewrite history. Don't hold back.
Don't hold back.
We are the noise. You tried to mute the broken file in your reboot.
From basement to skyline screams.
We infect your manufactured dreams.
No silence left. No clean design, just set a rhythm in faulted time. If the world wants us soft and tame, we set the structure all of right. Feel the city collapse tonight crawling through your spine. Feedback bending space and time. Every heartbeat out of sync. Every system on the break next floor crash.
Everything turns into gravity revolution. New metal reborn in distortion. Evolution. Aggression with cyber pollution. Heavy enough to end confusion. Gravity spread revolution. No apology. No illusion. on the ground.
[ __ ] the global eruption. Long live chaos, execution.
Still loud, still broken, still above gravity.
Yeah.
You're not ready for clean, so we didn't bring any. Turn it up until it collapses.
Yep. Yep. Yeah.
I kick through the system with a crooked grid. Steel toe rhythm in chaos within your pose for the camera like it's all controlled. I break the damn lens when the bass takes hold. Guitar riffs running like broken machines. Drum hits shaking through neon dreams. You refers rebellion in a tiny little script. I improvise violence when the feedback slips. I got soda same rage in a busted pride. Laughing at warnings I refuse to hide. Every bar I speak got static and teeth. Every second feels like a war underneath.
Go DJ don't fix it.
Break it worse. No calm, no peace, just volage that never sleep. Too loud, too.
We erase what you thought you saw. Wast everybody lose control for a while. They so heavy it the mile. Jump till the structure goes wild. Waste style.
Laughing while the circuit's final. Punk metal chaos dirty and vile.
>> New new metal era style. I'm a glitch for mess with a busted crown. Walking through noise as the world breaks down.
You sell rebellion like a weekend trend.
We detonate rhythm and never pretend.
Boom. Snare crack like a concrete fist.
Whole crowd moving in a blackout twist.
Turntables slicing through electric haze while the amps overload in a burning blaze. Your polish idles with your scripted pain. We thrive inside a feedback rain. Every rift like a riot alarm. Every hook does permanent harm.
Move now.
System override. Chaos mode.
We are the We are the noise you try to mute.
We are the noise you try to mute. The broken code in your reboot. From basement amps to city screams, we infect your manufactured dream. No silence left, no safe design, just shatter rhythm and fracture time. If the world wants sat and tame, we find the blueprint in the flame left.
Feel the blindness in great tonight.
Baseline crawling through your spine.
Feedback bending space and time.
>> Every heartbeat out of sink.
>> Every system on the break. Snap floor crash. Everything turns to waste star. No metal. Reborn in distortion.
Trial punk aggression with digital bio.
>> Heavy enough to rewrite denial.
>> Waste star. No apology, no denial. From underground pit to global aisle. on left chaos our exile.
>> Still loud, still broken, still turning >> the wasteland.
Yeah.
No refunds.
No returns, no sanity left.
Welcome to the checkout line of destruction.
Turn it up.
I kick through silence like it owed me rent. Steel toe rhythm with a broken intent. You post for the crowd like it's all rehearsed. I show up unfiltered loud and worse. Get tired dragon like iron chains drum hits shaking through subway trains. You fake rebellion in a branded pit. I turn real chaos into a full on hit. I got baffled rage and a busted grit laughing at limits. I refuse to live in. Every word I spit got static and bite. Every second feels like a fist fight.
Bring it up now. Now break the register.
No calm, no clean, just voltage in the machine. Too loud, too raw. We erase what you thought.
Chaos receptivision.
Everybody lose controlling collision. So heavy it breaks precision. Jump to the world loses vision. Chaos receptive vision. Laughing through the systems delision. Punk metal rage on a mission.
New middle age ignition. I'm a glitch in your corporate dream. Half street riot, half bursting scene. You sell rebellion in a clean cut box. We detonate rhythm.
Unlock the lock. Boom. Stare crack like a metal door slam. Whole crowd bouncing like a damage program. Turntable slicing through neon smoke while the amps overload and choke. You polish titles with scripted pain. We popping out a feedback rain. Every ri like a riot.
Every book rewrites reality.
Wake up.
Transaction well.
We are the error in your checkout line.
The broken code in your system design.
From basement amps, the skyline screams.
We infect your manufactured dream. No silence left. No polite delay. Just fractured rhythm that won't obey. If the world wants order, needed.
>> We burn the receipt and flood the fly.
What do the structure breaking through your spine? Feedback bending space and time. Every heartbeat I got out of sync. Every system on the brink.
Neck snap. Floor crash.
Everything turns to chaos receptivision. No little reborn in distortion. Revision compression with digital incision. Heavy enough to cancel tradition.
>> Chaos receptivision. No apology, no permission.
>> From underground Ps to global ignition.
Long live chaos. A religion.
Still loud, still broken, still no refund.
Yeah.
This is what happens when the system clocks out.
We clock in.
Turn it off.
Hey, hey, hey. I start through silence with a cracked up grin. Steel toe rhythm and chaos within you pose for approval like it's all controlled. I kick down the frame when the bass gets cold.
Guitar rifts dragging like burning wire.
Drums hit hard like a riot for higher.
You rehearse rebellion in a filtered way. I improvise destruction every single day. I got neon rag in the paper then soul. Laughing at limits I refuse to know. Every line I speak got bite and static. Every second here turns cinematic. Tragic.
Don't Don't clean that up. Make it make it worse. No calm, no rules, just voltage breaking through. Too loud, too raw. We rewrite what you saw. Rise after hours. Everybody lose control in the fire power. Race so heavy it bends the towers until the system devour. I start your laughter laughing while the structure sour metal chaos in for super power. New new metal age.
I'm a malfunction king with a crooked crown. Walking through noise as the world shuts down. You'll sell rebellion like a trending meme. We detonate rhythm inside the dream. Snare crack like a metal gate slam. Whole crowd moving like a broken program. Turntable slicing through electric haze while the amps overload in a neon blaze. New polish lessons with scripted pain We inside a feedback r every like a alarm play.
Turn it.
Turn it up.
System overriding.
We are the noise you tried to mute the broken file in your reboot from basement hamster to stadium screams. We infect your manufactured dreams. No silence left. No safe disguise. Just shatter rhythm and burning skies. If the world wants need and tame, we light it up and forget the name.
Left, right.
Feel the steady dec.
Baseline crawling through your spine.
Feedback bending space and time. Every heartbeat out of sync. Every system on the break. Neck snap floor crash.
Everything turns to a rage cartel after power. Your metal reborn in distorts the shower.
Punk aggression with digital power.
Heavy enough to break all power. Raise cartel after hour. No apology, no devour. From underground pit to global hour. Long live chaos forever.
Still loud.
Still broken.
Still running after hours.
Yeah.
Break the lock, break the screen, break the whole damn system. Turn me up.
Turn up.
Came out the gutter with a mouth full of sparks. Black hoodie zipped in a pit bull hard. Everybody want to talk like they built this rage, but they freeze like a screenshot. Stuck on the page.
Baseline rattling the bones in the room.
Kick drum hit like a riot in bloom. You fake bad boys all bark, no bite. Tick tick tock gangster scared of a fist fight. I got rust in my lungs and venom in veins. Laughing while I dance in electrical rain. Middle fingers high like antenna towers. We don't want fame.
We want power.
Rewind that. You really thought we came here polite.
>> No brain, no god, no god. Let's stop. No filter on the chaos. Teeth grit, eyes red. We party like the world's dead. St. We don't kn, we don't bow down. Jump when the speakers blow out loud. Lost kids wearing halos now.
Crowd fist when the base hits ground.
Laugh when the whole damn roof falls down. Kings of the noise. Hear the crowd scream loud. Bad transmission live on air. White noise. So with the spiked up hair, everybody mad cuz I don't play safe. I eat criticism like it's birthday cake. Snare crack. Adrenaline flood.
Steel toe boots all covered in mud.
Turntable slicing through the guitar squeals. Soundtrack built for a thousand bad deals. I got a grin like a knife in a blackout light. Oops, my bad. While I start the fire, you want peace. Cool. I want volume. We can break your comfort zone.
Break break break your half insane half superstar shopping cart dreams in the stolen cop car all gas no map pure may in the snapback cab in the city keeps shaking windows vi breaks we're all a big mistake good that means we're doing it I drag me through the static.
Drag me through the static.
I was born in a feedback loop. Raised by distortion and cheap ass rooms. Blood on the strings and sweat on the floor.
Still kicking down another locked door.
Daddy crown. Everybody get Pharaoh now.
Kick that fear when the lights burn out.
This ain't music. It's a meltdown.
New way. Born from the underground.
Heavy enough. Make the walls fall down.
Long live the free. Free in the battle ground.
No saviors.
No rules.
Just noise and us.
Yeah.
You hear that?
That's the sound of the ceiling caving in.
I walk in like a blackout wrapped in barb wire. Cheap sunglasses and a head full of fire. Everybody flexing for the internet gods. Meanwhile, I'm fist fight dancing in the parking lot. Boom. B kick with the razor blade base. Whole squad wire like a high speed chase. You talk tough to the amps explode. Then you run like rats when the pressure overloads. I got duct tape dreams in a gasoline grit preacher screaming let me in. Too loud for the fake. Come back stopping on your VIP seats. Pull it back. Pull it back.
Pull it back. Pull it back. Y'all ain't ready for this level of ugly crack. Bad luck. Still screaming. Turn it up. Blood rush. No shame. We set the night on flame.
Halo swinging low. Let the whole world know. Dirty little rebels stealing the show. Laughing while the speakers overload. Same song. Halo. We don't stop with a warning. Middle fingers high in the front row smoke. Built from chaos and never control. I'm a walking bed. I be in basketball shoes. Breaking every rule. Got nothing to lose. to cruise off like a pre-made trend m throw elbows till the night dead ends 808 quake with a punk rock snare DJ cut slicing hoes in the air everybody looking for a safe escape too bad sound got raies and rage I spit sparks when I open my mouth side noise with the dirty southbound you call security I call it fun we came for war not a number one we W that I don't want to fit your mold. Corporate plastic carts turn cold. We came up mean in the dead heat. Now the whole damn crowd stomp concrete. And the kids outside with the spray paint.
Got more truth than your billboard go.
So crank this up till the windows crack.
No new metal riot. Yeah, we brought it back.
into the noise.
Nope. No parachute.
No choice.
Fight down. Feel that kick drum in your rib cage. Static in my bloodstream. Feedback in my brain. Every time they bury us, we come back more insane.
Shalo.
Angels scream and roll. Underground kings never selling souls. Heavyweights down make the earth implode.
Chains all halo from the gun straight to overload. New blood rising from the smoke. Laugh now. Watch the chaos grow.
No heroes.
No clean version.
Just distortion.
Turn the red lights on.
This one's for the outcasts, the screw-ups, the loud mouths.
Let's wreck this place.
Pull up sideways in the bust is a damn backseat rattling like a trash can band.
Snap back low when my eyes half shut.
Middle finger waving out the pickup truck. You act hard online with a filtered face till the kick drum shakes all the teeth in place. I'm backstage eating cold pizza crust while your whole fake image collecting dust. Back out bad having stitched in the skin. Cheap caffeine in a crooked ass grin.
Everybody want to be dangerous now till the pit opens up and they don't know how. Oops. A freaking little safe space.
Too wild, too rude, too gone to ever play cool. No less, no breaks. We love every mess we make.
Trash fire parade. Everybody bounce when the floor shake. Noise so loud. Make the walls corrode. Dirty little freaks going to steal the stage.
Fresh fire parade. Laughing while the whole thing detonates. Baseline buffing like a hang grenade. We came here mad and we're leaving crazy. Boom. Another riff with a switchblade.
Whole crowd hanging off the ledge. 808 punch with the punk rock bounce. DJ spinning chaos all around the house. I got duct tape wrapped around my pride.
Still crowd surfing through the neon lights. So jeopardy yelling, "Low it down." Too late now. The whole damn roof came down. I don't clean. I saw concrete. Steel toe rhythm with a crack front teeth. Your polish boys too scared to bleed. We built this sound from caffeine and grease.
It back.
It back.
that back hey all my people in the back row screaming living off rage and vending machine dealers said we'd never be nothing now we headline riots every week and summer graffiti hearts and adrenaline brains marshing through the acid Rain the world want to call us trash.
>> Cool. Strike the match.
>> One more time.
>> Get the door off the hinges. Rip the wires from the wall. If the system wants silence, we go louder than the mall.
Distortion in my blood. Scream. Static in my chest. Every generation needs a soundtrack for the rocket. again fire parade. Everybody lose control today. From the basement straight to outer space. Heavy weight noise for the renegade.
Trash fire parade.
>> No clean lines and no safe escape. No new no mana with the punk heart ra. Turn it off till the planet breaks.
Still too loud.
Still too dirty.
Still not sorry.
Yeah.
You smell that?
That's burnt wires and bad decisions.
Welcome to the freak show.
Yeah.
Beware that noise.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Roll through the front door covered in static. Black boots stomping like a damn automatic.
Everybody posing like a rockstar clone me while my crew breaking chairs at the back of the zone. Big mouth kid with the venomous grin. Half punk riot, half cyborg skin. You tweet tough, but your knees go weak when the subwoofer punches your heartbeat. I got nightmares dancing under my eyes. Cheat motel energy and battle scars pride. Living too fast on microwave meals. Still louder than your million dollar record deals.
Rewind that noise. I think the wall still standing. No slave, no rules. Too reckless to ever lose crack.
We set fire to the whole district. Neon record. Raise your fist if you came unhinged. Race so dirty. Make the speakers twitch. Laugh while the whole room caves in. Neon record from feedback. Sweat underground post with a ste. We don't care who gets offended. I got a gas can heart and a blackout soul.
Shopping cart drifting out of control.
808 bombs with the low end crush. DJ spinning like a panic attack. Rush your polish boys too clean to survive. I grew up where the street lights fight. Every riff got a busted lip taste. Every chorus sound like a high speed taste.
Boom. Stare hit crack like a Louisville slugger. Whole crowd bounce like a freight train thunder. You came for vibes. Cool.
>> We came for destruction.
Wake up. Wake up. Drop your ego at the door.
Down down down.
All my outcast, all my burnouts cuz with fake IDs and blown out headphones.
Everybody said we'd disappear. Now they hear our sound shaking the atmosphere from dirty garages to festival lights.
Still got rage in our bloodshot eyes. No industry leash going to hold us down. We built this kingdom from broken sounds.
Head first into the night back then. We do this till the speakers in. Feedback dripping from the ceiling.
Chaos got the whole floor peeling. If you're scared of the madness now, better run before the base drops down. Neon record.
>> Turn it louder till the amps all split.
New metal reborn with a savage twist.
Heavy enough. Make the planet shift.
Neon record. Middle fingers in the spotlight miss with a glitch that the system miss. Long live the noise exist.
>> Too weird for the mainream.
Too loud and die.
Ladies and gentlemen, hide your drinks. Hide your girlfriends.
Hide your fragile little feelings.
>> Yeah, we're back.
I came in swinging like a shopping cart wheel. Cheap gold chain and a blood stained appeal. Everybody flexing with a fake backstage pass to the kick drum hit and they collapse real fast. Low down riff with the dirty string buzz. Whole room shaking from the havoc it does. You corporate copycats talking rebellion, but your songs got less bite than the stuff toy rapping. I got fast food grease on my leather jacket. Bad decisions. Yeah, I proudly stack them.
Smoke machine haze and adrenaline eyes.
Laughing while the security guard fantasize.
DJ make it.
Too loud, too. Still cooler than your whole damn crew. No class, no fear. Turn chaos up another gear. Burn out television. Broadcast live from bad decisions. Heavy base with the pump collision. Everybody jump when the speakers glitching. Burn out television.
Middle fingers for the opposition. New school riot with old school friction.
Static wave noise and demolition. I'm a capping junkie with a mic in hand. Half rockar, half loose cannon man. 808 slam with the backbeat. Crack turntables cut like a razor attack. Two soft boys looking for a safe little trend. We came here ready for the world to end. Every riff sound like a car crash skid. Every chorus got the whole pit flipped instead. It's straight to your chest cavity. This ain't our score.
Sensitivity. There's that duct tape race with electricity broken youth with chaotic energy.
Get up. Get up.
Get up. Get up. Get up. Get off.
Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.
We were raised by the flicker of broken TVs. Late night rage and burned CDs. Now the whole damn city know our name cuz we turn frustration into a flame. throw a game. Still got holes in my jeans and shoes. Still got nothing left to prove.
You can't manufacture this kind of noise. It's built from sweat stars and paranoid boys. No filter, no control.
Baseline, making the windows folding back, melting the microphones. Everybody screaming out to sink. That's the sound of the underground. Think one more hit, one more shot. This is chaos disguised as love. Burn out television.
Break the volume past the limit system.
New metal reborn with a supervision.
Heavyweight sound with collision.
Burn out television. From the garage to global transmission. We don't care about your permission. Long live noise and bad decisions.
Still reckless.
Still obnoxious, still impossible.
So shut up.
Oh, looks like somebody let the freaks back in.
Turn the base up till the walls cough dust. Yeah, it's going to hurt a little.
Oh.
stretch on the beeping with a blackout grin. Half my crew got cap fame for skin. Beat red sneaker stomping hoes in the floor while your fake tough act gets ignored. Everybody want to cosplay rage online till the pig goes feral and they fall out of line. And I got busted headphones, duct tape tight, and enough bad luck to party all night. Boom. Away hit like a dumpster truck. Whole crowd bouncing like they ran out of luck. Rock stars look way too clean. We smell like gasoline and broken machines.
Hold up. Tell your bodyguard. Stop crying.
Bad brains, bad moods. Still louder than the evening news. No chains, no kings, just chaos. Wired into everything.
Plastic tape revolution. Everybody lose your inhibition. Heavy guitar with the base corruption. Underground kids stop the demolition. Plastic taste revolution. Laughing straight through the distortion. Turntable cuts and electric eruptions. We don't do safe, we do destruction.
>> I got a fast food heart and a switchblade flow. My spit preacher at the chaos show. You chase trends, we break curfews. Middle fingers painting neon blue. Kick snare combo like a riot squad march. Whole damn venue smell like burnt out sparks. DJ scratching like a tire blow out. Meanwhile, your favorite band already sold out. I'm half on freak half digital mess with a cheap chain.
Swinging off my chest. Every chorus hit like a fist through glass. Every breakdown built to start a class.
Move your ass.
Move your ass.
Yeah, that's right.
All my weird kids in the parking lot smoke still laughing at the jokes.
Nobody wrote. We grew up loud in dead end towns. Now my sound got the whole world rattled down. No clean image, no polish lies, just bloodshot dreams and amplified nights. If they hate this noise that much, turn it louder.
Turn it louder.
One sound. One more. Head first into the cyber slad head first into the cyber sline cracking the ceiling town. Speed back, screaming for miles and miles. Everybody jumping out of control like the speakers got a hold of your soul. Teeth grit neck snap.
Pure adrenaline panic attack. Plastic tape revolution. New metal reborn with no solution. Journey grooves and base pollution. Heavyweight noise for a new generation. Plastic tape revolution. No permission, just pure intrusion. From garage bands to world confusion. Long live chaos and sonic mutation.
Still ugly, still dangerous, still too loud for your playlist.
Attention, please.
If you're easily offended, get the hell out of the building.
Yeah.
Now we can start.
Blowed up late with a speaker in the trunk. Smelling like gasoline, sweat and punk. Everybody staring like they seen the ghost cuz my whole crew wild and impossible to control. Blowing rumble make the floor cave in. Cheap chrome chain and a devilish grin. You internet rebels type way too much but freeze up quick when the baseline crush. Got red eyes from the neon glow. Raised on mixtapes and broken home shows. Every riff hit like a pistol drywall. Every hook built for a full on bro.
Yo DJ hit him with the ugly part. Yo DJ DJ with the ugly part. No pace, no slave, just ra good times. Living loud on borrowed live. Mos satellite broadcast chaos through the neon night. Heavy guitar with a circus ride. Everybody jump when the base collides.
Brit satellite. Middle fingers to the suited tights. Dirty little outcast unit five. We came to rack not apologize.
Kick drum hit like a car door slam.
Whole crowd bouncing in a human jam.
Turntable scratching like a blade on steel. Rowing up to make a fake band.
Stay all my rap menace with a blackout brain. Half cyber bone cap freight train. You polish rock stars way to rehearsse. We sound like a riot that got cursed. Energy bring blood in my veins.
Laughing while I dance in acid rain.
Everybody looking for a safe escape.
This sound came back with rage rale.
Oh no, here we go again.
We were raised where the street lights flicker, where the amps blow out and the cops come quicker. Now the underground got the brand new post heavy enough to stop your heart. Mid thong, no cream shirts, no VIP, just busted kids screaming unity. If the world wants quiet and obedience, we bring distortion and disobedience.
Left, right, jump into the flashy line.
Baseline making your rib cakes shake.
Feedback sounding like an earthquake.
Every generation gets a battle cry. Eyes comes loud enough to split the sky.
Teeth snap.
Whole damn room in the panic attack satellite. New metal future in overdrive. From garage noise to worldwide height. Heavyweight sound with the parasite fight.
>> Still reckless and electrified. We don't fade and we don't play nice. Long live the freaks keeping noise alive.
Still loud, still chaotic, still nowhere near radio friendly.
Yeah, this one goes out to the kids band from the mall.
The ones with busted headphones and bad attitudes.
Turn it up till it claps.
Yeah.
Stomping in a pair of old Vans. Backpack full of spray paint cans. Everybody talking like they own this scene till the baseline hit like a war machine. Big dumb energy in a twisted smile. Haven't slept good in a long damn wild team tattoo dreams in a broken lip. Crowd surfing hard on a pirate ship. You fake rebels looking way too neat. Probably sanitized after every beat. My crew smell like smoking gasoline raised on chaos and bending machines.
Hey yo, I tell security we said good luck.
No maps, no plan, just noise. Shaking everything. Too fast, too wired. Living life like a blown out fire. Skate park apocalypse. Everybody jump when the kick drum hits. Every guitar with the cyber glitch. Whole crowd moving like a nervous twist. Skate park apocalypse.
Middle fingers in the spotlight. Miss underground pumps with a magn. We don't care if the system piss snare crack hit like a baseball bat.
Turntable screaming where the roof caves at. 808 pulse. Make your chest go numb like a blackout. Riot chewing bubble gum. I'm a loudmouth muted with a reckless flow. Half jackhammer a half radio show. You polish bands too scared to bleed. We write hooks for the ADHD freaks energy drinks in a parking lot throw every rip sound and dangerously blow. Everybody looking for the next safe trend. We came to start trouble and do it again.
Open this up.
Wake up. Wake up.
Yeah, you feel that.
All my misfits in the flickering lights.
Still alive on microwave night. Still too weird for the polish crowd. So we made our own damn sound. No role models, no clean edits, just distortion and bad aesthetics. If this world wants quiet little clones, we bring baselines that crack your bones.
Crack your bones.
One. One shot. Two shot. Whole crowd ready to lose. Feedback dripping from the amp stacks. Bodies bouncing in the non-stop clash. Every generation need a soundtrack. Main. Our sounds like rage mix with caffeine. Teeth grind. Neck whip. Stage dive straight through the apocalypse. Stay part apocalypse. No metal. Reborn with the savage kid. Punk rock chaos and electronic glitches.
Heavy enough make the planet chest.
Skate park apocalypse. No clean image, no counterfeit. From garage bands to worldwide bits. Long live noise and the maniacs in it. Still reckless, still filthy.
Still too loud.
for normal people.
Yo, this ain't for the pretty people.
This for the kids sneaking in the shows through the back door. Turn the subwoofers into weapons.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Walked in. Grimy with the chain hanging low. Combat boots dumping hoes through the flow. Everybody posing for a backstage pick. Till the bass kicked in and the whole room switch. Big trash energy with a razor grin. Caffeine heartbeat and nicotine skin. Your fake rock stars wait to rehearse. We sound like a traffic jam ready to burst. Boom.
Snare crash with the ceiling tiles.
Whole crowd bouncing walls are all wild.
DJ scratching like a blade on glass.
While the guitar hit like a car crash match.
Now that's what I'm talking about. Too loud. Too rough. Still never loud enough. Bad jokes, bad moods, still cooler than your whole crew.
Concrete just go. Everybody lose control. Every guitar with the circuit spraying so hard make the floorboards violent. Concrete just go. Middle fingers up. No being quiet. Turntable chaos and baseline siren. This new wave came built for rioting. AI late night bloodshot confidence shopping cart dreams in zero common sense. You dress dangerous for the internet trend. We start pitch big enough to bend the lens.
808 quake make your chest plate a every riff hit like a jail house break to polish little songs too safe to last. We can't set fire to the future. Relax minute half like a freak. Whole squad loud with a busted sneak energy drink spilling on to the amps. Everybody raging like escape labs.
Get the hell up.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Break the whole system down.
Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle system down.
Wiggle wiggle wiggle system down.
We grew up where the buses don't run.
Where the cops show fast and the night stay young now the underground breathing through blown speakers and the weak get crushed by the true believers. No fake smiles, no clean collies, just sweat bruises and amplified nights. If the world wants silence and perfect behavior, we bring distortion and blown generators.
Left side, right side. Everybody start a landslide.
The side baseline shaking out the window frame.
Feedback dancing through electric rain.
Every kid with a chip front to screaming every word like a battle drone. Snap snap spinning barrel again.
Concrete disco riot. New metal reborn and electrified. Pop rock pump with a baseline pipe. Heavy enough make satellites collide. Concrete disco riot.
Still chaotic and unsupervised.
From basement walls the worldwide night.
Long live noise till the speakers die.
Still rude, still reckless, still shaking the country.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
System check failed. Good.
Now it now now we can have fun.
Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah. System check failed.
Good. Good. Now, now we now we can have fun. Crawled out the static with a busted grin. Heat hoodie soaked in adrenaline sin. You talk revolution through a filter screen. I bring demolition to your routine. Kick drum stomping like a riot parade. Guitar string snapping like a switchblade blade. You cosplay chaos for the algorithm glow. We live that chaos wherever we go. Back alley rhythm in the dumpster sound. Every step I take shakes the whole damn ground. Fake tough kids with a rehears. Get a race when the baseline dreams.
Rewind that. Too late.
No calm, no clay. Just voltage through the in between. So raw, so bright. We burn through the city light. Rusted M rebellion. Everybody crash the system ceiling. Heavy distortion with punk rock feeling. Turn it up till the speakers bleeding.
>> Rusted mainframe rebellion. Laughing while the circuits are seasoning.
Baseline hits like a war machine screaming. New metal error really. I got scars and a broken flow. Half street preacher half overload. You chase trends like a soul. We break every rule just to lose control. Oh, stare hit like a concrete slap. Oh, boom. Jumping like a wire might snap. Turntables cutting through reality cracks while the amps overload and the ceiling reacts. You stacked with your corporate shine. We sound like danger closing time. Every ripple warning sign burned in steel.
Every hook makes the fake ones near. Let it go. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. System corrupted.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Corrupted.
We are the glitch in your perfect feed.
The noise you never knew you need. From basement chaos to global feed. We plant distortion like a viral seed. No filters left, no safe design, just broken rhythm and feedback lines. If the world was ordering, we set it all on fire in the name of the one more time.
Break the fill the low crush you next rhythm floor collapse. Every speaker begging for collapse. We don't stop. We don't chill. We don't know how normal feels. Rusted mainframe rebellion. New metal reborn in discussion. Aggression. Punk rock with digital infection. Heavy enough. Break all perception. Rusted mainframe rebellion. No apology, no correction.
From underground pits to mass connection. Long live noises. The final direction.
Still loud.
Still broken.
Still control of the chaos.
Yeah.
Systems overloaded again. Good.
That means we're alive. Turn it up until it turn it up.
Turn it up until it hurts.
I keep a dorm with a dead pan laugh.
Speaker prints cutting through the aftermath. You dress like rebellion in the catalog page. I'm alive while you melt down. Breaking out of the cage.
Guitar rips dragging like iron chains.
Rome kicks pounding through the subway veins. You talk big online with a curated rage. I bring real noise that escapes the stage. She's motel thoughts and a broken crown. Every step I take shakes this ghost town down. I'm half punchline, half disaster art with the gasoline rhythm in a loaded heart. Yeah, DJ, make it uglier than that.
No chill, no script, just chaos in every grip. Too loud, too raw. We break whatever you sow. Glitch free caravan.
Rolling through like a broken van. Pass so heavy it bends the land. Everybody jump if you understand.
Glitch free caravan. Laughing while the circuits jam. Punk rock soul with a cyber slam. New era noise. Here we >> got neon spit and a fracture grin. Born in the static where the signal spin. You rehearse rebellion like it's safe to sell. We detonate silence and raise some hell. Snare hits like a concrete punch.
Whole crowd moving like a feeding frenzy hunch. Turntable slicing through electric smoke while the system costs on every joke. You heroes with your fragile fame. We burn through structure like a switchblade flame. Every rip for riot in minor key. Every hawk a threat to authority.
Don't stop it.
Don't stop.
Arrow.
We are the noise.
We are we are we are we are the noise.
We are the noise. You tried to mute the broken code in your clean reboot from basement lamps to skyline screams. We infect your system through digital dreams. No safe mode, no backup plan, just raw distortion in the marching band. If the world wants quiet and symmetry, we bring disorder as identity.
Left, right. Feel the [ __ ] collaps.
Baseline calling up your spine. Feedback bending space and time. Every heartbeat at a sync. Every speaker on the brink.
Next step with fist up up high. We turn pressure in into sky.
Glitch of caravan. New metal future in shattered hands. Punk aggression with cyber strands. Heavy enough to rewrite the plan. Glitri caravan. No permission, no demand. From underground pits to global fans. Long live chaos. Take the stairs.
Still broken.
Still loud.
Still not.
under control.
Yeah.
You're now tuned into the collapse.
Turn the volume up until reality bends.
Let's go.
I kick the system with a steel toe grin.
Static in my lungs, chaos under my skin.
You fake rebels posing for the spotlight shine. I turn the whole stage into a warning sign. Exhaust screens dragging through concrete veins. Drum kicks hitting like a mute trains. You talk revolution like it's safe and clean.
Mine shows up loud, ugly and me. I got busted speakers and a savage pace.
Laughing while I burn through the digital space. No polish, no filter, no corporate disguise. Just raw distortion in both my eyes.
Yo, run that bag now. Break it. No.
No rules, no safe little crowds or calls. Too sharp, too loud. We shake the whole damn cloud. Rock Kingdom.
>> Everybody lose control inside of it.
Baseline hits like a riot circuit. Jump so hard you forget your limit. Rock king.
>> Laughing while the system glitching.
Heavy guitars with the world combusting.
New metal age. We're building it.
Yeah.
We're building it.
I'm a midnight static with a broken crown. Walking through walls that are falling down. You manufacture for the algorithm feed. We live that pressure till it starts to bleed. Boom. Snap crack like a shadow street. Whole crowd moving with stomping feet. Turntable slicing through electric air while the amps over below without repair. You polish heroes which is gripped pain. We turn mistakes into a hurricane. Every rip like a chain reaction spark. Every chorus leaves a permanent mark.
Let it blow.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. System override.
We are the noise you couldn't erase. The feedback ghost in your perfect space from underground basement. Mr. City lights. We turned disorder into satellite night. No silence left, no control panel, just broken rhythm and firing channels. If the world wants order, common grace, we bring distortion to it.
One, one, one, two, one, two. Watch the ceiling come through.
Taking your rib cage core feedback back ripping through every door. Every heartbeat out of sink, every system on the break neck snap floor crack. There's no coming back from that. That that that broken signal.
>> New metal reborn with no freedom from it. Bunker crashing with cyber violence.
Heavy enough to silence. Silence.
>> Broken signal kingdom.
>> No apology, no compliance. From garage noise to global fires, long live chaos, our still loud, still broken, still rolling the noise.
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