
Obolos - I don't need
A 90s politically charged industrial metalcore assault fusing nu-metal grit and groove defiance. Tempo of 130 BPM with a G Minor Key. Grinding, distorted guitar riffs lock with thick, dirty bass to form a unified low-end wall, while pounding, mechanical kick-snare grooves drive with industrial rigidity. Verses spit venom with rhythmic, chant-like delivery — part sneer, part snarl — dripping with sarcasm and anger. Choruses explode into shouted, mocking refrains that attack hypocrisy and hollow patriotism with biting defiance. Occasional feedback, noise textures, and chaotic breakdown riffs intensify the raw aggression. The mood is hostile, rebellious, and sarcastic — a scathing critique of corruption and cultural decay wrapped in abrasive, confrontational heaviness.

Obolos - I don't need
A 90s politically charged industrial metalcore assault fusing nu-metal grit and groove defiance. Tempo of 130 BPM with a G Minor Key. Grinding, distorted guitar riffs lock with thick, dirty bass to form a unified low-end wall, while pounding, mechanical kick-snare grooves drive with industrial rigidity. Verses spit venom with rhythmic, chant-like delivery — part sneer, part snarl — dripping with sarcasm and anger. Choruses explode into shouted, mocking refrains that attack hypocrisy and hollow patriotism with biting defiance. Occasional feedback, noise textures, and chaotic breakdown riffs intensify the raw aggression. The mood is hostile, rebellious, and sarcastic — a scathing critique of corruption and cultural decay wrapped in abrasive, confrontational heaviness.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Four cold walls taught me how to see.
This broken system's hypocrisy.
I've already lost much more than you could take from me.
I've already been much more than you will ever be.
Chorus 1
I don't need your sympathy!
I don't need your company!
I don't need your fucking peace!
I don't need a goddamn thing!
Verse 2
Backed in a corner, can't you see?
Goddamn, stop pushing me.
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go, come on, let me be.
This pressure building constantly.
Is this your twisted fantasy?
Chorus 2
I don't need your sympathy!
I don't need your company!
I don't need your fucking peace!
I don't need a goddamn thing!
Breakdown
Chorus 3
I don't need your sympathy!
I don't need your company!
I don't need your fucking peace!
I don't need a goddamn thing!
