[Intro] Boots on glass Breath so fast Backpack light Heartbeat brass (hey!) [Verse 1] Kick in the door of a burnt-out store Cans in the bag, then I’m back on the floor Shuffle through shelves for a half-dead light Last one left still scared of the night Knife in the belt, rust on the blade Hands still shake but I move, I raid Talk to myself like a late-night show “If it’s me or them then they gotta go” [Chorus] I’m an ordinary soul in a savage land Bloody little map folded in my hand Eat what I find, sleep where I can stand Just a scavenger heart with a stupid plan Yeah I’m cracked, but I’m still not dead Stitches in my sleeve, duct-taped my head If the world wants war, let it paint me red I’m an ordinary soul that refused that bed (wake up) [Verse 2] Found one can, label half torn off Bet it tastes like rust, still I twist that top Count my rounds like they count my sins Every last shell worth two more wins Graffiti on the wall says “hope is fake” But the joke’s on them ‘cause I still wake Trash bag coat when the cold wind bites Turning busted malls into candlelight [Chorus] I’m an ordinary soul in a savage land Bloody little map folded in my hand Eat what I find, sleep where I can stand Just a scavenger heart with a stupid plan Yeah I’m cracked, but I’m still not dead Stitches in my sleeve, duct-taped my head If the world wants war, let it paint me red I’m an ordinary soul that refused that bed (still here) [Bridge] Shopping cart throne on the broken road Push my life in a rattling load Every dented can, every found old knife Ain’t much glory, but it’s still my life [Chorus] I’m an ordinary soul in a savage land Bloody little map folded in my hand Eat what I find, sleep where I can stand Just a scavenger heart with a stupid plan Yeah I’m cracked, but I’m still not dead Stitches in my sleeve, duct-taped my head If the world wants war, let it paint me red I’m an ordinary soul that refused that bed (won’t quit)

rap, Hybrid rap-trap/electro swing punk banger; distorted 808s under glitchy swing samples, wiry guitars, and siren FX. Verses spit quick, close-mic male vocals with double-time trap hats, then choruses explode with gang shouts, fuzz bass, and crowd-ready chants. Energy climbs each hook, final chorus adds stacked harmonies and stuttered drops for festival chaos., world, electro, punk, electro swing

Scavenger Heart