Scratch That Cast
Classic East Bay punk energy—frenzied palm-muted guitars launch into distorted open chords, locked with a punchy bassline and relentless, rapid-fire drums. Shouted group vocals drive the chorus; middle eight strips back for a bass-led break, then slingshots into a final, high-octane outro.
Scratch That Cast
Classic East Bay punk energy—frenzied palm-muted guitars launch into distorted open chords, locked with a punchy bassline and relentless, rapid-fire drums. Shouted group vocals drive the chorus; middle eight strips back for a bass-led break, then slingshots into a final, high-octane outro.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Woke up cuffed in this fiberglass hell
“Fuck this,” I wrote where the Sharpie fell
Can’t move, can’t scratch, can’t do a thing
Feels like jail with a goddamn sling
Chorus
So don’t fucking ask, just walk on past
Not your problem, it's just a cast
Yeah, it itches like a bastard, smells like death
Tryin’ not to scream with every breath
Verse 2
“Dude, what happened?” — shut the fuck up
Like I owe you a story or some dumb luck
Tired of questions, tired of stares
Tired of people acting like they care
Chorus
So don’t fucking ask, just walk on past
Not your circus, not your cast
Yeah, it’s stiff as shit and I can’t sit right
Counting down days ‘til I win this fight
Outro
FX: Loud rip, small explosion
Tore that shit off, felt like a win
Stretching my fingers, grinning like sin
Back on the board, down that hill
Fuck it — no brakes, just pure free will