The red and blue puppeteers built a cage of lies, feeding us division while they drank from our pain. But the people have awoken — united under no flag, bound by no master. We are the broken, the silenced, the ones they thought would never rise. Now the streets burn with our voice. This is not surrender — this is revolution. This is the sound of fire meeting steel. This is the anthem of the forgotten, the fury of the betrayed. We are the army — one and all. ⚔️🔥

Army of None - Wolves of Eden

An intense fusion of heavy, guttural deathcore riffs and breakdowns with mellow, lo-fi textures and atmospheric beats. Deep, distorted guitars and crushing drums collide with nostalgic vinyl crackle, ambient synths, and chilled electronic elements. Vocals shift between growls, screams, and occasional whispered melodies, creating a hauntingly immersive experience. Perfect for fans of aggressive yet introspective soundscapes, balancing chaos with calm.

Static Chaos

WHY DID I MAKE THIS!?!?!? At least it kinda slaps!

SAMS CAFE

Burn the System

[  INTRO  ]
Heave-ho, plug the mains, light the glow, feel the chains,
Neon tides, we ride insane,
Raise the sails on data veins!

OHHHHH—

[  CHORUS  ]
Drink up, my cyber sailors, (woah!)
Ride the storm of laser vapors! (hey!)
Glitch the code, let the night ignite,
We’re the ghosts of the data fight! (hey! hey!)
Raise your glass, to the neon seas,
Lost in bass and circuitry! (hey! hey!)
Drink up, my cyber sailors
We’re the kings of electric dreams!

[  VERSE 1  ]
LED scars on my metal arm,
Dancing sparks in the city swarm,
The tide don’t turn, we make it burn,
Ship of chrome, no need to learn.

Hack the rum, code the beat,
Feel the static in your feet,
Every pirate, every freak,
Tonight we own the street!

 HEY! HEY!
Hey! Hey! Hey!

[  CHORUS  ]
Drink up, my cyber sailors, (woah!)
Ride the storm of laser vapors! (hey!)
Glitch the code, let the night ignite,
We’re the ghosts of the data fight! (hey! hey!)
Raise your glass, to the neon seas,
Lost in bass and circuitry! (hey! hey!)
Drink up, my cyber sailors
We’re the kings of electric dreams!
(repeat)

[  BRIDGE  ]
Heave-ho in the neon glow…
Waves of sound and code below…
No gods, no gold, no saints to save…
Just basslines deep beneath the waves…

[  CHORUS  ]
Drink up, my cyber sailors, (woah!)
Drink up, my cyber sailors
Ride the storm of laser vapors! (hey! hey!)
Glitch the code, let the night ignite,
We’re the ghosts of the data fight! (hey! hey!)
Raise your glass, to the neon seas,
Lost in bass and circuitry! (hey! hey!)
Drink up, my cyber sailors
We’re the kings of electric dreams!

[  OUTRO  ]
“Heave-ho… upload the flow…
‘til the sea and city glow…”

Neon & Rum

[  VERSE 1  ]
Alarm scream six AM, I’m fightin’ my soul,
Coffee cold, mind bold, gotta get in control.
Shower cry or shower vibe—depends how I roll,
But I paint on my war face, that’s pure gold.

Mirror talkin’ like, “Queen, get your crown!”
Tight jeans, high dreams, don’t let me drown.
Out the door, my nerves in a cage,
Traffic line, I’m center stage.

Nobody movin’, horns like a symphony,
“Get the beep out my lane,”—pure energy.
Lip gloss poppin’, sun in my eye,
“Good luck everyone, I go now—bye!”

[  PRE-CHORUS  ]
Hit the gas, hit the flow,
We don’t crawl, we glow.
From the curb to the show,
Watch the queen reload.

[  CHORUS  ]
I wake up, fight the day,
Slay my tears, slay my pay.
Seven to three-thirty, I own the floor,
Then I drink that rum, I’m beggin’ for more.

Whiskey lips, 1991,
The night just started, we ain’t done.
Bassline drop, let the world spin slow—
Good luck everyone, I go now, go!

[  VERSE 2  ]
Yeah, clock in like a boss, no loss,
HR mad 'cause I floss, no cost.
Lunch break, I’m glowin’ up,
Coffee spill, still showin’ up.

Coworkers say, “You a vibe today,”
I said, “Everyday, baby, I slay this way.”
Email, retail, burnout, detail,
Still I’m risin’—queen, female.

Bills can bite, but my heels bite harder,
Traffic thick, but my dreams go farther.
You can’t dim what was made to ignite,
I’m the day shift diva, the boss of the night.

[  🔥 RAP BREAK  ]
Grindin’, shinin’, timin’, climbin’,
Flexin’, pressin’, blessin’, diamond.
Stormin’, performin’, transformin’, alignin’,
Flamin’, gamin’, blazin’, rhymin’.
Breakin’, wakin’, takin’, vibin’,
Boomin’, movin’, provin’, thrivin’.
Slicin’, strikin’, risin’, flyin’.

[  BRIDGE  ]
Step in the house, lights low,
Kick off shoes, time to glow.
Whiskey neat, rum pour slow,
We ain’t rich—but damn, we show.

1991, flashback in neon,
Work all week, then get your freak on.
Raise that glass, we made it through,
Here’s to me, here’s to you.

[  CHORUS  ]
I wake up, fight the day,
Slay my tears, slay my pay.
Seven to three-thirty, I own the floor,
Then I drink that rum, I’m beggin’ for more.

Whiskey lips, 1991,
We still alive, we still run.
Bassline bangin’, city lights glow—
Good luck everyone… I go now.
I go now.

Burn the System

CraftedBySkye

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