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Speaker 0 and Speaker 1 narrate a defiant transgression against a oppressive system, opening with a raw, catharticrise from the base and a message in the static. They describe echoes of a promise that was true and being sold tickets to a kingdom, only for the key to be turned and the gate to be locked.
Speaker 0 speaks of rising up, kicking down the engine, and spitting venom at the feet of those who betrayed them. They describe being shaved by pressure and made aggressive by the system, posing the system as a question and noting that they were never allowed to question until desperation, being stretched, and their breaths choked—all while the scene shifts through the groove of a charged moment. They declare themselves classified as a maniac and ready for a sample of system metal. The lines “Crop. Crop. That’ll stab you in the back. Stab you in the back. Through the line. With the trap.” introduce instruments of resistance: erasers and bullets, trace, bullet laser, pulse in the static—tools within the message and the fight.
Speaker 1 reinforces the motif of decay and betrayal: “They’re raised on echoes of a promise that was tragic. Facts.” They repeat that they sold tickets to a kingdom, turned the key and locked the gate, and describe kicking down the hinges while spitting venom at their feet. The pressure breeds aggression, and the system remains a question, never letting you question until you’re desperate, stretched, and with thick breath. They echo being “back, classified as a fucking maniac,” ready for a sample and their next example.
Speaker 0 returns with a shouted refrain: “System System All the system metal crack crack.” The battle is described as one that will stab you in the back, with the next song gripping you with the trap. They reiterate bringing erasers, bullets, bullet lasers, bullets with tracers; they claim to be the pulse and the static, the panic, the automatic gap. They light the truth with facts, the graphic truth that shatters into black. They declare themselves the match in the attic and the fire that’s dramatic, with the aftermath when the damage is erratic and ecstatic. They contrast walls built by others with ladders built from havoc, stones thrown while stepping on final bones. They build a mountain to stand on top of the liars, looking down, while moving on.
Speaker 1 adds the vow of return and escalation: “Fuck. I’m fucking blasting. I’m coming back. Rat a chat. Chat a chat.” They acknowledge the blast, the risk of being quacked, and that you can’t escape yourself, while promising to come back with heat for the freaks. The imagery shifts to a crown of concrete in rust, walking on the backs of crushed bones, sheep sleeping, wolves counting what they keep. The speakers end with the promise: they blast back, creeping in the dark, pulse in the static, the aftermath when the damage becomes ecstatic, and a final note of unpacking the truth.