[Intro – metal scrape + trash-can clang percussion]
Boots in the gutter,
Eyes on the rot—
Clean it up.
[Verse 1 – Nerdcore Rap]
Trash-belt humming, I move with the crew,
Every cursed tool got a name and a use,
Grip wrapped tight when the shadows pursue,
I swing back hard when the streets get loose,
Map of the alleys inked in my head,
Read the routes where the filth is fed,
They dump their sins in the city’s bed—
We take the mess and we make it dead
[Pre-Chorus – rising melody]
They look away when the gutters cry,
We don’t blink when the knives go high,
From the scrap to the spark we rise—
We clean the dark so the weak survive
[Chorus – Metal Hook]
SWEEP THE ROT FROM THE CONCRETE BONES,
BROOM-BLADE SING WHEN THE NIGHT GETS COLD,
WE DON’T PRAY—WE PAY IN BLOWS,
CLEANERS MOVE WHEN THE SIREN GROANS!
SWEEP THE ROT, HEAR THE ALLEY MOAN,
TRASH-TOWN SHAKES WHEN WE TAKE CONTROL,
FROM THE FILTH TO THE FIRE WE GO—
CLEANERS MOVE, WE’RE COMING HOME!
[Verse 2 – Nerdcore Rap]
Filter mask tight, lungs in the smog,
Footwork clean in a busted fog,
If it crawls out the heap, we log the threat,
Then cut the cord on the living rot,
Team on sync when the corner bends,
Call the angles, protect your friends,
If the curse wants blood at the dead-end—
I feed it steel, then I sweep again
[Pre-Chorus 2]
No applause for the work we do,
Just the quiet when the danger’s through,
They sleep safe on a cleaner view—
We keep the streets from eating you
[Chorus – louder guitars + gang vocals]
SWEEP THE ROT FROM THE CONCRETE BONES,
BROOM-BLADE SING WHEN THE NIGHT GETS COLD,
WE DON’T PRAY—WE PAY IN BLOWS,
CLEANERS MOVE WHEN THE SIREN GROANS!
SWEEP THE ROT, HEAR THE ALLEY MOAN,
TRASH-TOWN SHAKES WHEN WE TAKE CONTROL,
FROM THE FILTH TO THE FIRE WE GO—
CLEANERS MOVE, WE’RE COMING HOME!
[Bridge – half-time stomp]
They threw us away with the broken things,
We built a weapon out of broken wings,
From the dump to the door of kings—
We sweep the rot that the world brings
[Breakdown – chant]
CLEAN—
THE—
ROT!
[Final Chorus – full send]
SWEEP THE ROT FROM THE CONCRETE BONES,
SPARKS FLY WHEN MY BROOM-BLADE ROARS,
CITY BREATHES WHEN WE CLEAR THE ROADS—
CLEANERS MOVE, YOU’RE NOT ALONE!
SWEEP THE ROT, HEAR THE ALLEY MOAN,
NO MORE FEAR IN THE SHADOW ZONES,
FROM THE FILTH TO THE FIRE WE GO—
CLEANERS MOVE, WE’RE COMING HOME!
[Outro – distant siren + bootsteps fading]
“Trash out.”
AsheTheHyena
