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Warface
10
Artist:Pandalicious
Duration:3:21
Tags:Nu Metal,Industrial Metal,148 BPM. Anxious chaotic energy with rapid double-kick drums,jagged down-tuned guitars,distorted bass and mechanical metallic textures grinding underneath glitchy background noise. Abrasive digital stutters and fractured electronic layers cut between riffs. Aggressive female vocal with rapid-fire rhythmic delivery,alternating between broken stutters,strained moans,sharp half-rapped phrasing and explosive shouted refrains. Tight syncopation,violent stop-start transitions,panic-fueled tension,bitcrushed vocal glitches,heavy distortion,wide stereo mix,crushing low end,modern hi-fi production with industrial grit.
This is my Warface — teeth bared in the black smoke haze Threat level reached its max — now the whole damn world gonna break Sirens screaming, boots hit hard, red lights cut through the night Buckle up, yeah, you fucked up, we are going for a ride This is my Warface — no mercy left inside Target locked, no retreat, nowhere left to hide Threat level reached its max — feel the pressure ignite Buckle up, yeah, you fucked up, we are going for a ride With every step while you flee, I’ll hit you like a landmine beneath your feet ’Cause of your narrow mind and stupidity, Yeah, run little man — now release the K-9 for me Open your mouth and I’ll Stuka your ass, Destruction like an RPG in close quarters clash Dive vertically with the full force of mass, Mentally I drop ’em like shells in a mortar blast Pressure rising through the circuit line Static cracking through my spine Red zone burning in my sight You wanted chaos — now ignite This is my Warface — bloodshot eyes glowing red Bayonets on, charging, screaming, aiming for the head You tried lies and false promises instead, Now I gut every word you said until it’s dead With my mental AK on full automatic mode, The mags loaded with anger and rage overload Disorder in the ranks — full fucking chaos at hand, Every excuse you built gets torn apart like sand Aiming at excuses wrapped around with barbed wire, Fuel on the battlefield, I’m the spark to the fire Combat boots stomping like a march to the grave, No surrender in my blood — only war that I crave WAR FACE LOCK LOAD Pressure building in my chest like an air raid at night Threat level critical — hear the sirens ignite You wanted war with me? THEN PREPARE FOR THE FIGHT This is my Warface — blacked out, ready to strike Pressure building in my chest like an air raid at night Threat level critical — hear the sirens ignite, You wanted war with me? Then prepare for the fight This is my Warface — no mercy left inside Target locked, no retreat, nowhere left to hide Threat level reached its max — now the system overloads Buckle up, yeah, you fucked up — now the whole thing explodes Warface… Warface…