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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Same grey faces
Same old screen glow
Same stamped numbers on our backs
We nod on command
File in
File out
Learn to love the little lash
[Chorus]
Wake up
Teeth out
Step in line
We bite the hand in perfect time
They want us quiet
Clean
And tame
We twist their rules
We burn their game
Wake up
Fists up
Count to three
We learn the code
Then break it free
[Verse 2]
Cheap plastic slogans
Stapled to the walls
Fed like medicine
Swallowed down
But my pulse misfires
Beats off-beat
Off-script
Hear that rumble under ground
[Chorus]
Wake up
Teeth out
Step in line
We bite the hand in perfect time
They want us quiet
Clean
And tame
We twist their rules
We burn their game
Wake up
Fists up
Count to three
We learn the code
Then break it free
[Bridge]
[Drums drop to tom-heavy march
Crowd-chant vocal]
Stand tall
Stand still
Stand wrong
Stand will
(hey, hey)
They trained our backs to bend
My friend
We bend so far
They snap in the end
[Chorus]
Wake up
Teeth out
Step in line
We bite the hand in perfect time
They want us quiet
Clean
And tame
We twist their rules
We burn their game
Wake up
Fists up
Count to three
We learn the code
Then break it free
(hey, hey) Wake up
Teeth out
Step in line
We are the crack in their design
Details
GeneratedFeb 19, 2026
Duration3:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Aggressive grunge rock with male vocals, down-tuned guitars locked to a pounding, almost tribal drum groove. Verses ride a tight palm-muted riff with clipped, sneered delivery; chorus explodes with open chords, shouted gang vocals, and floor-tom accents. Bridge strips back to toms and bass chant, then slams into a final, even louder chorus. Gritty, slightly overdriven vocal; mix pushes drums forward for a relentless, marching feel., rhythmic, grunge
Credits
Prompt by
LonnoRampa
LonnoRampaModelAria v5
Prompt
Driving grunge rock song with male vocalist that serves as a call to arms to resist the government. The lyrics are vague to the true purpose of the song. The drums are super rhythmic and almost tribal
