Digital Chains 【Rap Core, Nu-Metal, / FFO: Rise Of The Northstar, Downset】 скачать в хорошем качестве

Digital Chains 【Rap Core, Nu-Metal, / FFO: Rise Of The Northstar, Downset】

AI METAL Band Name : Gridlock Rage Song Title : Digital Chains Genre: Rap Core / Rap Metal / NY Hardcore / Nu-Metal FFO : Rise Of The Northstar, Downset, #gridlockrage #AImetal #AIhardcore #raocore #sunoai #rpm_music Lyrics Concrete jungle with the steel in the veins. Breaking every link in the digital chains. Systematic panic, automatic control. Buying every body but you can't buy the soul. Neon lights flickering on the face of the poor. The wolf is at the gate, scratching at the door. Tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock is a lie. Looking for the truth in a pixelated sky. No mercy. No hollow words. The silent scream. That no one heard. Back against the wall, we are breathing the fire. Climbing up the wreckage of the funeral pyre. The static in the brain, the poison in the wire. Dead city dreaming of a fallen empire. Face the noise. Tear the cage. Welcome to the riot. Welcome to the age. Everything is broken. Everything is rage. Sell me the heaven, give me the hell. Another lost number in a padded cell. Plastic crowns on a kingdom of dust. Everything you love is turning to rust. Feed the machine, keep the heart cold. Another tragic story that was never told. I’m the glitch in the code, I’m the ghost in the street. Walking on the glass with the blood on my feet. Shut it down. Burn it down. Turn the sound up. Shut it down. Burn it down. Make the ground shake. One life. One shot. Give it all you got. The pressure is rising. The blood is hot. GET UP! Back against the wall, we are breathing the fire. Climbing up the wreckage of the funeral pyre. The static in the brain, the poison in the wire. Dead city dreaming of a fallen empire. Break the lock. Kill the fear. The end of the road. The end is near. No more lies. No more tears. Heavier. Lower. The crushing weight. The dark power. The final hour. MOVE! Back against the wall, we are breathing the fire. Climbing up the wreckage of the funeral pyre. The static in the brain, the poison in the wire. Dead city dreaming of a fallen empire. Face the noise. Tear the cage. Welcome to the riot. Welcome to the age. Everything is broken. After midnight. Static. Silence. Reset. Disconnected.