Lyric

Count it in—

One life, no rehearsal

Turn it up

Neon suits and paper smiles

They sell me “calm” in corporate piles

But my pulse won’t fit their frame—

I want the raw, I want the flame

I’m done with “later,” done with “wait,”

Done with polite, done with fate

If you’re still here, you feel it too—

Now break the air like we’re born to

NO TRIM! NO TAME! (HEY!)

ONE HEART—NO SHAME! (HEY!)

We don’t ask for a smaller sky—

We take the whole damn night

I WANT IT ALL—RIGHT NOW! (HEY!)

LOUD ENOUGH TO SHAKE THE GROUND! (HEY!)

No auto-tune, no plastic glow

Just teeth, just soul, just down-low

HEADBANG—TILL THE LIGHTS BLUR! (HEY!)

MOSH—LIKE THE FLOOR’S ON FIRE! (HEY!)

If you feel that pull, if you want that hit—

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

This isn’t fashion, this is breath

A living roar in the teeth of death

They said “tone it down,” I said “why?”

I came to punch a hole in the sky

Every scar is a stage light now

Every doubt gets drowned out—pow

You can’t mute what’s built to sing

You can’t kill a crowd-sparked thing

NO MASK! NO LIES! (HEY!)

WE RAISE OUR VOICE—WE RAISE OUR SPINE! (HEY!)

One shout becomes a thousand—

Let it multiply

(Whisper)

One more breath…

One more step…

(Roar)

NOW TAKE THE WHOLE WORLD WITH YOU!

DIVE—SPIN—CRASH—REPEAT

Let the low end rewrite your heartbeat!

I WANT IT ALL—RIGHT NOW! (HEY!)

LOUD ENOUGH TO SHAKE THE GROUND! (HEY!)

No auto-tune, no plastic glow

We’re the kind of loud that never gets old

HEADBANG—TILL THE LIGHTS BLUR! (HEY!)

MOSH—LIKE THE FLOOR’S ON FIRE! (HEY!)

If you feel that pull, if you want that hit—

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

Not someday

Not “when I’m ready.”

Now