BLACKOUT DRILL

Intro (low bass, sirens choking)

Yeah…

New York bleeding.

England burning.

Fuck hope.

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Verse 1 – NY (Drill cadence)

New York dark, skyline coughing smoke,

Subway flooded with the dead that broke,

Walking Dead out the TV screen,

Now Rick and Daryl in the streets with me,

Guts on the curb, teeth still snapping,

Every block sound like metal clapping,

City hot, bodies cold,

End of days—nobody bold.

Pause

Move or rot.

That’s it.

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Hook (NY Drill)

Fuck the dead, fuck the block,

808 shake when the headshots pop,

Walking Dead get carved, get dropped,

No second chances—brains get rocked,

Rick stay cold, Daryl aim steady,

Peyton List right there, blade ready,

City burn, names get read—

Fuck the plague, we ain’t dead.

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Verse 2 – Peyton List (Hard Role)

Peyton List in NY grime,

Knife talk slick, no wasted time,

Zombies rush—she don’t retreat,

Steel flash quick, necks hit street,

Blood spray art on the corner store,

Dead pile up by the liquor door,

She don’t scream, she don’t stall,

Survival carved into drywall.

Drill Switch

Hands shaking, mind ice-cold,

Every kill just buys a road.

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Verse 3 – Jensen Ackles (Horrorcore)

Jensen Ackles with the blade out raw,

Heads come off—no warning call,

Swing left, swing right, decapitate,

Necks unzip, bodies separate,

Zombies crawling, still trying bite,

He cut ‘em down under flickered light,

Steel sing loud in the city’s throat,

Every head drop end a quote.

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Hook (Darker)

Fuck the dead, fuck the fear,

NY drill say the end is here,

Walking Dead in a kill-zone frame,

Only rule left—don’t miss your aim,

Peyton ruthless, Ackles grim,

Rick and Daryl right there with them,

Smoke stay thick, streets get bled—

Fuck salvation, we ain’t dead.

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Bridge – Overseas Shift

Different land.

Same screams.

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Verse 4 – England (Brad Pitt)

Brad Pitt in England, rain mixed blood,

London streets drown in mud and guts,

Bridges burning, sirens gone,

Big Ben quiet—dead move on,

Cure talk dead, still killing time,

Fast dead climb like a hive mind,

Every alley full of teeth and hate,

Run or get ate—no third fate.

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Verse 5 – Chaos Stack

Tom Cruise name ring through static fear,

World collapsing, nobody clear,

Cities torch like funeral pyres,

Zombies burn but they don’t retire,

Planes fall quiet, streets scream loud,

Civilization in a body shroud,

Every kill feel hollow, numb,

But you stop—you done.

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Final Hook (Maximum Pressure)

Fuck the dead, fuck the globe,

NY to London—same code,

Walking Dead tried steal my breath,

Now they stacked up choking death,

Peyton strike, Ackles slice,

Rick and Daryl don’t think twice,

World end hard, last words said—

FUCK THE APOCALYPSE—WE AIN’T DEAD.

Outro (subway rumble, fire crackle, low laugh)

No cure.

No mercy.

Just movement.