[Intro]
Static in my head since I was eight
Watching buttons flash, learning how to create
Community center, broken sound
First time I saw someone break it down
[Verse 1]
Mom said "baby you can be anything"
While the speakers crackled, making my ears ring
Cheap mixer, borrowed gear
But that DJ made magic appear
Distortion's my friend, my weapon of choice
Glitching out memories, finding my voice
F*ck your pristine, I want it raw
This ain't about what I saw
[Chorus]
Maxed out mic, red light screaming
Turn that shit up 'til the ceiling's bleeding
Working class hero with a USB
Making art from what they gave to me
(What they gave to me)
[Verse 2]
Squeaky chairs become my drums
Feedback loops until my brain goes numb
Background chatter twisted tight
Into something that could start a fight
Poor kid's symphony of breaking rules
We don't need their fancy f*cking tools
Every glitch becomes a battle cry
Every error makes me fly
[Bridge]
System overload
Stories untold
Breaking the code
Watch it unfold
[Chorus]
Maxed out mic, red light screaming
Turn that shit up 'til the ceiling's bleeding
Working class hero with a USB
Making art from what they gave to me
(What they gave to me)
[Outro]
Eight years old, still in my head
Those frequencies never left
Static rising, we're all connected
Through the noise we're resurrected
(Resurrected)
(Resurrected)
*distorted scream*