Scrap-Built Fury
Rage Stitched
Hardcore Punk
About
A blistering hardcore punk assault built on shouted vocals, wall-of-sound guitar distortion, and relentless fast drums that drive straight into mosh-ready breakdowns. Raw lo-fi production captures unfiltered basement aggression while the DIY ethics theme fuels every screamed line about self-reliance and tearing down systems. The track ends on a final chorus tag that resolves the energy without abrupt cutoff.
Lyrics
No masters hold the strings, we tear them down with callous fists No waiting for the signal we rise from nothing They push the plastic dreams and lock the gates We smash the doors with scraps and rage No corporate leash around our necks We stitch our own with blood and sweat The system feeds on broken backs We spit it out and build it back DIY or fall apart We take the wheel and drive the dark No hands to hold us up or down We burn the map and claim this ground DIY until we bleed We are the fire We are the fire They can't defeat They sell the cure and own the pain We heal ourselves with broken chains No borrowed voice to sing our fight We scream and roar into the night The crowd becomes the only law We carve the truth from what we saw DIY or fall apart We take the wheel and drive the dark No hands to hold us up or down We burn the map and claim this ground DIY until we bleed We are the fire They can't defeat Grab the tools, they try to hide Turn their waste into our pride No permission, slip to sign This is ours and it is mine Shout it louder, they shout it louder And their lies Watch the empire fall and rise DIY or fall apart We take the wheel and drive the dark No hands to hold us up or down We burn the map and claim this ground DIY until we bleed We are the fire They can't defeat We build it now We own it all We stand alone And never crawl DIY DIY DIY DIY DIY DIY DIY DIY DIY DIY DIY
Scrap-Built Fury
Rage Stitched
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