All we hear is noise. Like we ever had a choice. Life's a never ending void. So what'cha gonna do about it?. All we hear is static. In a constant state of panic. We're pissed off and abandoned. So what'cha gonna do about it?. Take those horns throw them up. Show them we don't give a fuck. We like our hair down volume up. Kick like a machine gun. Cold beer stage dives. Scream along all night. Metal brings us to our knees. Motherfucking therapy. Wear it like a scarlet letter. It's what brings us all together. Hit the floor turn it up. Everybody ready?. 'Cause when it comes to music. We all lose it when it's heavy. They'll push you to the edge. 'Til all you see is red. 'Cause tonight we raise the dead. That's what we're gonna do about it. We'll burn this mother down?. We all want it loud. So what'cha gonna do about it?. Take those horns throw them up. We live for it it's in our blood. We like our hair down volume up. Kick like a machine gun. Cold beer stage dives. Scream along all night. Metal brings us to our knees. Motherfucking therapy. Wear it like a scarlet letter. It's what brings us all together. Hit the floor turn it up. Everybody ready?. 'Cause when it comes to music. We all lose it when it's heavy. Take those horns throw them up. Show them we don't give a fuck. We like our hair down volume up. Kick like a machine gun. Cold beer stage dives. Scream along all night. Metal brings us to our knees. Motherfucking therapy. Wear it like a scarlet letter. It's what brings us all together. Hit the floor turn it up. Everybody ready?. 'Cause when it comes to music. We all lose it when it's heavy