Lyric

Turn the lights down—turn the low end up

If you can feel it in your teeth, you’re already in

Years keep moving, numbers on the screen

But this sound hits hard like it’s brand new to me

Somebody’s always cleaner, sharper, more “next”—

But nobody carries my wreck like I do, no flex

I’m not chasing perfect, I’m chasing true

Raw breath, raw throat, raw bruise-through

When the room goes heavy and the air turns thick

I don’t ask “why”—I just swing with it

LET IT HIT! (LET IT HIT!)

LET IT SHAKE! (LET IT SHAKE!)

Neck snaps down when the kick drum breaks

NO MASK! (NO MASK!)

NO FAKE! (NO FAKE!)

One voice can turn a bad night to flame

Headbang—mosh—DIVE! (DIVE!)

If you feel that pull, yell the code with me:

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

He walked in wrecked but he didn’t fold

Put steel in the mic like a story told

No second take, no mercy, no “later”—

Just willpower louder than the reaper

Now every new year calls out his name

Not as a trend—more like a permanent stain

They said “it’s ending,” but the speakers said “nah”—

The body fades, but the bass stays law

Hands up—move in—make that circle wide

Carry the fallen with the rhythm’s spine

If you miss someone, don’t whisper—ROAR

Turn grief into fuel on the pit-floor

(Quiet) We don’t die in silence…

(Violent) WE LIVE IN THE CHORUS!

LET IT HIT! (LET IT HIT!)

LET IT SHAKE! (LET IT SHAKE!)

The low end drags you back from the edge

NO CROWN! (NO CROWN!)

NO GATE! (NO GATE!)

Legends don’t leave— they just change the stage

Headbang—mosh—DIVE! (DIVE!)

If you feel that pull, yell the code with me:

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

If it hurts—good

That means you’re still here

Now move