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Grass Brigade | Industrial Metal / Political Metal

The empire coughs its final breath. LAST GASP OF THE OLD GODS burns through broken systems and sacred lies — heavy riffs and ritual drums summoning the ghosts of rebellion. The lyrics are all mine, based on my History and Political Science classes. I used AI to design the cover art, and to put all the instruments and sounds together in my songs. LYRICS: Old weeds dying — clutching power tight Hate keeps howling — “We own the night!” But history’s rolling — engines turning loud Their garden shrinking — fear runs through the crowd They wilt in sunlight — truth they can’t contain Their roots are shallow — ignorance the chain They shout tradition — but they’re choking on the past This moment’s ticking — and they know they won’t outlast I’m the mower! Cut you lower! Weeds fall — we rise! I’m the mower! Cut you lower! Watch your old world die! New batch sprouting — same poison seed Racism, sexism — same warped creed But fewer rising — numbers falling thin Louder screaming — knowing they won’t win They call it freedom — but it’s fear in disguise Patriarchy cracking — you can hear the cries They can’t stop progress — can’t unlearn what’s known We plant the truth — it spreads on its own I’m the mower! Cut you lower! Weeds fall — we rise! I’m the mower! Cut you lower! Watch your old world die! When the old hierarchies crumble the cowards make the most noise… Cut ‘em back Cut ‘em down Make room for something better I’m the mower! Cut you lower! Weeds fall — we rise! I’m the mower! Cut you lower! Watch your old world die!