(Intro – sub rumble, filtered)
One. Four. Zero.
Lock the grid.
(Verse 1)
Black chrome streets, veins full of static,
Neon pulse like a cardiac panic.
Eyes scan red in the thermal haze,
Every breath taxed, every thought surveilled.
Concrete teeth bite into the bass,
Boots hit time in a kill-switch pace.
No mercy clock, no second chance,
City breathes when the speakers dance.
(Pre-Drop – build, riser)
Voltage climbing, don’t slow it down,
140 cuts through underground.
(Drop / Chorus – heavy)
Static city—break my spine,
Kick drums hit like a fault-line.
Static city—blackout mode,
I don’t feel safe, I feel controlled.
Static city—hands in steel,
If it hurts, then it’s real.
(Verse 2)
Siren synths in a minor key,
Metal rain on my memory.
They sell hope in a data pack,
But the price is your nervous track.
Jaw clenched tight to the 4-on-floor,
Sub so low it opens doors.
No sleep left in the concrete veins,
Just sweat, sparks, and dopamine.
(Pre-Drop – build)
Pressure up—no escape route,
Count it in, let the kick punch through.
(Drop / Chorus – heavier)
Static city, tear it wide,
Bassline eats me alive.
Static city, no remorse,
We don’t stop, we accelerate force.
Static city, dark parade,
We’re the damage the system made.
(Breakdown – half-time, distorted vox)
No names.
No light.
Just teeth in the night.
Loop the fear.
Cut the air.
Drop it harder, don’t repair.
(Bridge – tension rebuild)
If I shatter in the low-end grind,
Let the kick rewire my mind.
I don’t want calm, I don’t want peace,
I want the drop to never release.
(Final Drop – full power)
Static city, 30 burns,
Every kick a lesson learned.
Static city, black and loud,
We don’t bow to the crowd.
Static city, endless night,
Beat runs red till the morning dies.
(Outro – decay)
Cut the lights.
Kill the grid.
Still alive.
Still in it.
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