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{sub-bass drone, rising filter}
Yeah, yeah
Turn it up We don't need that no more (no more,
no more) {beat drops
heavy}
They want the old way,
I want a new map Burn down the blueprint,
write a new track Sick of the preaching,
keeping me in line I took the clock and I shattered all
the time
They talked about a script written in the sky But
I looked up and saw a bird fly by Free in the
wild,
no design in the flight We building fire just to swallow up
the night
Screw that noise, we breaking the mold (break it,
break it) Screw that script,
it's getting too old
No master plan, we writing our own (our own!)
Standing right here on a self-made throne
{soaring saturated lead synth,
driving
drums} Hand-me-down dogmas, dust on the shelf
I learned to look inside and rescue myself
No golden keys and no pearly-gate lock Just my two feet walking
heavy on the block They want you quiet,
kneeling on the floor
But we got louder,
kicking down the door (knock knock)
Yeah, we kicked it down
Screw that noise, we breaking the mold (break it,
break it) Screw that script,
it's getting too old
No master plan, we writing our own (our own!) Standing right here
on a self-made throne {soaring saturated lead synth,
driving drums} {drums fade out,
leaving raw sub-bass drone}
No plans No scripts Just us Yeah (just us) {static hiss,
clean fade out}