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Metal never ruled the world but metal never died

Old and rusted thrash has felt but new blood kept it alive

Fr'isco, Oakland, Berkeley-heads

Listened to our riffs

But this newer generation, what the fuck is this?

Drowned out in pitch harmonics, wrong plays of diminished scales

Fucking poses, pig squeal noises, THIS IS NOT WHAT METAL IS

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Riffs harsh as steel,

fast, angry, mean.

Unbound

It will not yield

This is for real

It is our creed

This is the Metal Warmachine.

Heart of motor breath of death,

With unrivaled speeds.

Tearing up while LA scene, was going pop and sweet.

Living fast and living loud, we don't need no Grammys

Left that garbage to posers caring for glory

Drowned out in squealy wammys, nothing but a ballad bore, whiny voices, spandex choices, THIS IS NOT WHAT METAL IS

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Game has changed so have the rules, some don't even bother

But were not in it for the pay,

Just turn the music louder

New blood old blood it's still red, fueling what is real

Now raise your fists up to the air for the metal warmachine

Let loud the giant sounds, of fast guitars and pounding drums, bass line rumbling, singer shouting, This is what it's all about!

-Chorus