Bleach on the curb, battery dead dead

Intro

(Sombra)

(Rattle)

Static on the wire, kick in the drum

Look at the skyline, here it come

(Here it come)

Verse

Zinc on the roof, sweat on the brow

Engine is humming, I want it right now

Strobe through the alley, dust in my lungs

Speaking in rhythm with blistered-up tongues

Three in the morning, tape on the grip

Spilling cold soda all over my lip

Subwoofer rattle the rust off the van

Doing what none of them regulars can

Concrete is cracked, the wiring is bare

Static and sulphur alive in the air

Chrome on the teeth, no smile on the jaw

Living completely outside of the law

Tear up the blueprint, throw out the plan

Oil on my knuckles, grit in the pan

Speakers are blowing, the needle is red

Rather stay wild than sleep in a bed

Chorus

Bleach on the curb, battery dead (dead)

Heavy bass pounding inside of my head (head)

Ritualistic frenzy, blood on the beat (the beat)

Welcome to chaos down on my street (my street)

Ritualistic frenzy, shaking the floor (the floor)

I do not knock, I kick down the door (the door)

Verse

Shattered reflectors lit by the flare

Nobody asking and nobody care

Scrapes on the elbow, dirt on the vest

Chest full of thunder, no time for no rest

Kerosene puddle reflecting the sky

Cold yellow halogen blinding the eye

Twisting the throttle, snapping the cable

Kicking the dishes right off of the table

Iron and gravel, the warehouse is black

Once we ignite it there's no turning back

Whistle of steam escaping the pipe

Fruit that we pick is rotten or ripe

Tires on cement leaving a stain

Finding the pleasure right inside the pain

Rhythms in circles, stomping the grit

Strike up the match, the burner is lit

Chorus

Bleach on the curb, battery dead (dead)

Heavy bass pounding inside of my head (head)

Ritualistic frenzy, blood on the beat (the beat)

Welcome to chaos down on my street (my street)

Ritualistic frenzy, shaking the floor (the floor)

I do not knock, I kick down the door (the door)

Bridge

No pretty pictures, no quiet days

Trapped in the cycle and lost in the haze

Hammer the iron, tighten the screw

Turning the broken to something brand new

Breathe in the carbon, watch it ignite

Ruling the hollows and owning the night

Tear out the meters, bypass the fuse

Nothing to bargain and nothing to lose

Outro

Ritualistic frenzy (frenzy)

Shake down the walls (the walls)

Ritualistic frenzy (frenzy)

Till the ceiling falls (it falls)

Cut the power.

Dead.