Blending heavy riffs with humor, the Pudding Dragons deliver unforgettable nu-metal experiences. Our music fuses intense energy and raw power with a playful, lighthearted vibe, creating a fun, engaging atmosphere. Whether headbanging to crushing sounds or laughing at irreverent lyrics, we welcome everyone to join the chaos. It’s heavy metal intensity meets carefree spirit, making every performance a wild, thrilling adventure where fans can let loose and enjoy the ride.

Karen kicked my dog!

3.am Tyrant

Blending heavy riffs with humor, the Pudding Dragons deliver unforgettable nu-metal experiences. Our music fuses intense energy and raw power with a playful, lighthearted vibe, creating a fun, engaging atmosphere. Whether headbanging to crushing sounds or laughing at irreverent lyrics, we welcome everyone to join the chaos. It’s heavy metal intensity meets carefree spirit, making every performance a wild, thrilling adventure where fans can let loose and enjoy the ride. Never take anything seriously!

I stare into the frozen abyss

F ck This Printer

Steel treads devour the ground, my heart pounding in my chest
Rolling into chaos, no time for fear or rest
We’re all afraid to die, but in this furnace of war
Survival is all that matters, so I crush what came before

I feel no shame inside, no guilt to stain my soul
This world’s corrupt and vile, we’re just beasts lost in the cold

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, but I swear I’ll make it through
When the guns fall silent, the bitter truth will brew

I’m numb to all the carnage, the screams fade in the smoke
No conscience left to plague me, all empathy revoked
The beast in me awakened, devouring each command
A soldier of destruction, swallowing the damned

Survival’s all we know, we take what we can find
The stench of war is choking, but we’ve left our past behind

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, but I swear I’ll make it through
When the guns fall silent, the bitter truth will brew

Will I ever see the ones I left behind?
In the violence, reason dies—hope is hard to find
Yet something in me whispers that this might end someday
But I’ll never be the same once my soul has gone astray

Death roars in every breath, shadows claw at the sky
No turning back from horror, only more will die
Numbed to terror’s voice, forging forward without peace
Bound by war’s corruption, chained to its release

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, I pray I’ll make it through
When the smoke has cleared at last, the bitter truth is due

Nothing will be like before, no innocence remains
A mind forever stained by war, baptized in its flames
A twisted path of violence that echoes from the past
In the end, we’re all just beasts—our humanity won’t last

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