Clean or Collapse 18+💯
Explosive protest rock marked by snarling distorted guitars and angular, syncopated riffs that lock tightly with a thunderous, heavy bass groove. Drums pound out breakbeat rhythms, driving the momentum. Vocals mix shouted chants and rapid-fire spoken word, matching the relentless energy and urgency. Bridge features jagged stop-start dynamics, upping the tension.
Clean or Collapse 18+💯
Explosive protest rock marked by snarling distorted guitars and angular, syncopated riffs that lock tightly with a thunderous, heavy bass groove. Drums pound out breakbeat rhythms, driving the momentum. Vocals mix shouted chants and rapid-fire spoken word, matching the relentless energy and urgency. Bridge features jagged stop-start dynamics, upping the tension.
Lyrics
We see through your high!!!
We... see... through... your... HIIIIIIIGH!!!
Verse 1
You sit in suits, high as the sky,
Sniffing dust while the people cry.
You call it stress, we call it shame —
Your powdered lies feed the flame.
You toast to power, toast to pain,
While we count the bodies in the rain.
We ain't blind — we see the mask,
So here's your mirror — now face the task!
Chorus 1
But guess what?
We ain't that dumb!
(HEY!)
You're high and blind — we see the scum!
(HEY!)
Drunk on power, snorting lies!
(HEY!)
We’re the fists — you’re the disguise!
We don’t sniff, but we smell your fear!
(BOOM! BAM!)
Truth is loud, and we're still here!
Go get clean — or get the hell out!
Before you burn it all down!
MOTHERF*CKER!!!
Verse 2
You press the buttons, we feel the blast,
Your thrill is short, but the scars will last.
Boardroom devils with cocaine smiles,
Wrecking futures, stacking files.
A nation’s weight on broken backs,
While you ride gold-lined party tracks.
But every kingdom built on rot
Will crumble when the fire’s hot.
Chorus 2
Yeah, guess what?
We ain’t your toys!
(HEY!)
You bury truth beneath the noise!
(HEY!)
Your high won't last — the crash is near!
(HEY!)
And we’re the storm you oughta fear!
We don’t sniff, but we smell your game —
Fueling greed, stoking flame.
Go get clean — or get the hell out!
Before you burn it all down!
MOTHERF*CKER!!!
Mocking Interlude — soft, whispering, sarcastic tone
Oh, poor little kings...
Your thrones are made of dust and dopamine.
One sniff, and you feel divine.
One crash... and you beg for silence.
We see you — behind your shades,
Behind your smiles, your powdered charades.
But don’t worry.
The truth is patient.
And it remembers.
Final Chorus / Outro
Guess what!?
We’re not that numb!
(HEY!)
Your empire falls — we hear the drum!
(HEY!)
Get clean, or get crushed!
(HEY!)
We are the end — and we’ve had ENOUGH!
We don’t sniff — but we burn bright!
Your fake highs? We light the night!
Go get clean — or get the hell out!
Before you burn it all down…
MOTHERF*CKER!!!