歌詞

We made it through the smoke

Now turn it up

I crawled out of the worst year with my teeth still set

Calendar bruises, lungs full of regret

They sold us pretty songs with a plastic shine

I want the real thing—bloodline bassline

If you’re here at midnight, if you found this by choice

You’ve got good taste, now weaponize the noise

No filter, no mask, no mercy in the take—

We hit one chord and the ceiling shakes

HANDS UP—WE’RE STILL STANDING! (HEY!)

LOUDER—UNTIL IT’S BRANDING! (HEY!)

This is the sound of surviving the night

Fists in the air like a flood of headlights

NO AUTO-TUNE—JUST THROAT AND SOUL! (HEY!)

SUB-BASS HEARTS—TAKE CONTROL! (HEY!)

If you feel that surge, if you want that grit—

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

I’ve seen love turn to letters you never get to read

I’ve seen “forever” living inside a melody

So we sing for the ones who couldn’t stay

We scream their names without saying names

From alley to stadium, from shore to skyline—

The chant travels, and the drums don’t die

One voice starts, a thousand join—

The world gets stitched by distortion and joy

(Whisper)

Breathe in… hold it…

(Roar)

NOW BREAK THE QUIET!

Headbang—mosh—dive—repeat

Let the low end rewrite your heartbeat

HANDS UP—WE’RE STILL STANDING! (HEY!)

LOUDER—UNTIL IT’S BRANDING! (HEY!)

If tomorrow comes heavy, we carry it right—

Turn every scar into stage-light fire

NO AUTO-TUNE—JUST THROAT AND SOUL! (HEY!)

SUB-BASS HEARTS—TAKE CONTROL! (HEY!)

If you feel that surge, if you want that grit—

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

Not a goodbye

A signal