[Intro]
Amp hum.
Jaw tight.
Bottle glass.
Red light.
Kick in the door,
Let the feedback roar.
If the walls still stand—
Hit harder.
[Verse 1]
Basement lungs full of smoke and spit,
Cheap black boots in the broken pit.
Bass so low that the bar starts bending,
Guitar like a fist with no good ending.
I got a bad mood and a live wire grin,
One more spark and the night caves in.
No velvet rope, no polished sound,
Just four loud freaks burning this place down.
[Pre-Chorus]
Turn it up.
Tear it loose.
Crack the ceiling.
Light the fuse.
[Chorus]
Break the floor!
Shake the walls!
Let the whole damn room come apart when it falls!
Break the floor!
Kill the lights!
We came here dirty and we came to fight!
No clean sound, no radio gold,
Just blackened hearts and a death-grip hold.
Break the floor!
Shake the walls!
If it ain’t loud enough, then it ain’t us at all!
[Verse 2]
Drums hit mean like a steel-toed threat,
Sweat drips down on a busted fret.
Someone screams from the back of the room,
Ashrot answers with a sonic boom.
No stage too small, no crowd too mean,
We cut our teeth on gasoline.
Every chord got teeth, every note got claws,
Every heartbeat breaks another law.
[Pre-Chorus]
Turn it up.
Tear it loose.
Crack the ceiling.
Light the fuse.
[Chorus]
Break the floor!
Shake the walls!
Let the whole damn room come apart when it falls!
Break the floor!
Kill the lights!
We came here dirty and we came to fight!
No clean sound, no radio gold,
Just blackened hearts and a death-grip hold.
Break the floor!
Shake the walls!
If it ain’t loud enough, then it ain’t us at all!
[Breakdown]
Heavy bass.
Hard crash.
Cheap beer.
Black ash.
No kings.
No leash.
No calm.
No peace.
Hit it harder.
Drag it lower.
Make the speakers choke.
Hit it harder.
Drag it lower.
Make the rafters smoke.
[Bridge]
We don’t shine, we scrape.
We don’t sing, we bite.
We don’t pray for dawn,
We drag thunder through the night.
We’re the noise in your teeth.
We’re the blood in the wire.
We’re the last damn song
Before the whole place catches fire.
[Final Chorus]
Break the floor!
Shake the walls!
Let the whole damn room come apart when it falls!
Break the floor!
Kill the lights!
We came here dirty and we came to fight!
No clean sound, no radio gold,
Just blackened hearts and a death-grip hold.
Break the floor!
Shake the walls!
If it ain’t loud enough, then it ain’t us at all!
[Outro]
Amp hum.
Jaw tight.
Bottle glass.
Red light.
One more chord.
One more roar.
Ashrot hits—
Break the floor.
