[synth-punk industrial punk], [dance-punk afrofunk fusion], [neo-soul grit], [hip-hop percussive aggression], [art-punk no wave edges], [angular attack], [clanging industrial synth scrapes], [thick overdriven fuzz bass], [militant live drum stomp trap hats], [psychedelic soul undercurrents], [gospel-punk communal chants], [Ghanaian highlife melodic hints], [London post-punk sneer], [nasal snotty swagged rebellious male vocals register shifts], [dissonant ugly-beautiful group harmonies], [explosive mosh-pit chaos], [frantic percussion walls], [chest-grunt verses melodic snarl chant], [euphoric communal basement riot], [Accra street kinetics abrasive ecstatic noise], [stadium urgency raw recording]

[Intro - jagged industrial synth stab opener, dry snotty nasal single-voice spoken growl, clanging scrape buildup, militant drum tease]
We been quiet long enough

[Verse 1 - percussive rat-tat-tat rap delivery, Ghanaian rhythmic cadence over distorted fuzz bass, britpop sneer attitude, chest-voice grunt, angular no wave edges, trap hats ticking under live stomp]
Raised my fist in a borrowed shirt
Every shrine I built got dragged through dirt
They said swallow it, swallow it whole
I handed back the bowl

Soft skin on a hard bone game
Got beautiful written right across the frame
But beautiful don't feed the dogs at night
When the gorgeous ones are fighting for their life

[Pre-Chorus - raw stacked group harmonies swell, punchy call-and-response kicks in, gospel-punk urgency, dissonant ugly-beautiful layers, afro-funk rhythmic push]
We don't stop, we don't stop
We don't stop for nothing
All the pretty broken things
Make the loudest something

[Chorus - explosive synth-punk mosh-pit chaos, massive layered group chant riot, melodic snarl over abrasive noise, thick fuzz bass drops, clanging synth scrapes, euphoric communal swell, frantic percussion walls]
DIRT TEETH COMMUNION
Mouth full of heaven and mud
DIRT TEETH COMMUNION
Running it back through the blood
Last ones standing in the middle of the burn
Dirt teeth communion, watch how the body learns

[Verse 2 - faster sharp rat-tat-tat rap, accent-heavy sneer, attitude-soaked nasal snotty delivery, overdriven bass grind, industrial clangs, Ghanaian highlife melodic undertones creeping in, angular attack]
I don't pray to nothing with a name
Every god I've known been all the same
Give you silk and call it dignity
Give you just enough so you can't be free

My people got a different kind of thirst
We don't beg for water, we split the earth
You think we small? We got dirt in our roots
Ground shakes different in these kinds of boots

[Pre-Chorus - group harmonies intensify, call-and-response turns ugly-beautiful, psychedelic soul grit, dissonant stacking, militant stomp builds]
We don't stop, we don't stop
We don't stop for nothing
All the pretty broken things
Make the loudest something

[Chorus - full vocal riot explosion, synth-punk chaos underneath soaring chant, gospel-punk communal force, noise and melodic resolve collision, stadium urgency in basement rawness]
DIRT TEETH COMMUNION
Mouth full of heaven and mud
DIRT TEETH COMMUNION
Running it back through the blood
Last ones standing in the middle of the burn
Dirt teeth communion, watch how the body learns

[Bridge - dissonant vocal stacking fractures, spoken-sung over industrial synth drone chaos, call-and-response breaks into no wave edges, chest-grunt to melodic snarl shift, frantic walls of percussion, psychedelic soul haze]
You want me clean? I'm filthy with it
You want me quiet? I split it, I split it
You want me small? I'm seven feet wide
You want me empty? I got oceans inside

[Outro - collective chant stampede rhythm, propulsive group vocal swell builds to breaking point, euphoric riot release, clanging scrapes fade into militant drum decay, ugly-beautiful communion resolve]
Run it! (run it!)
Watch the body learn
Run it! (run it!)
Let the whole thing burn
Communion, communion
The gorgeous and the dirt
Can't tell if it's joy or if it hurts

[End]