Dirty Machine Remix

(Spoken deep, glacial male voice over the sound of a humming transformer and a distant siren)

Trust the badge...

Trust the shield...

Until it’s the last thing you see before the lights go out...

And the darkness takes you in.

(Beat kicks in hard)

They wore blue like a fucking shield

But the badge was just a blade

First they smashed my cousin's truck

And called it a state raid

They slipped a pipe beneath the seat

Said, "Look what we found here"

He spent six months in a metal cage

Staring down his goddamn fear

Back at the diner by the I-9

They shook down the till for change

Said the owner was dirty, a dealer on the line

While the world looked on, strange

Small town... that same thin smile

Same heavy hand on the gun

They’ll chase you down for a thousand miles

Until there’s nowhere left to run

(Guttural roar, heavy distorted riffs)

Plant the proof! Lie it clean!

Every badge serves the dirty machine!

Small town hands and a sick little game

Destroy the soul and burn every name!

But the wronged don't stay down

No, the wronged don't stay down

When you push a man to the breaking

He’s gonna take his goddamn crown!

They tagged a kid on the corner of Main

For a fight he never did start

Lost the body cam footage, threw the truth in the drain

Tore a decent young family apart

They kicked in my brother's door in the grey half-light

Said he had that rock in his vest

Two months in the misery, slipping into a fight

With a goddamn shadow, nothing more nor less

They framed a single mother with a bag full of white

While they pointed the finger in the dark of the night

They laughed in the hallway, They laughed in the hall

They didn't think for one second the bastard would fall

Small town... that same thin smile

Same heavy hand on the gun

They keep on stacking the misery pile

Until everything’s goddamn undone

(Guttural roar, heavy distorted riffs)

Plant the proof! Lie it fuckin’ clean!

Every badge serves the dirty machine!

Small town hands and a sick little game

Destroy the soul and burn every name!

But the wronged don't stay down

No, the wronged don't stay down

When you push a man to the breaking

He’s gonna take his goddamn crown!

(Beats drop to a pulsing, vibrating industrial throb. Voice drops to a sinister whisper)

Then they came for the mechanic... the one man they couldn't break

In the pouring rain behind the shop, they made their last mistake.

Tried to lean on him, tried to put him in the ground

But the little man had a file... and the traces were found.

(Music begins to swell, crescendo of automation and noise)

He wasn't holding parts—he was holding every receipt

Every bribed cop, every payoff, every body on the street.

He wasn't begging for mercy—he was drafting the plan

To turn the hunters into the hunted... he was the better man.

(Screaming, distorted solo that shifts from desperate pain to a fierce triumph)

(Absolute wall of sound,maximum energy)

Plant the proof! Lie it fuckin’ clean!

The world is waking up to the dirty machine!

Small town hands, the deeds are all shown

The King of the Wasteland is coming for his throne!

The wronged won't stay down

No, the wronged won't stay down

We tore the shield right out of their claws

Now we’re breaking back... your fucking laws!

(Music fades to a single percussive mechanical beat. Voice is calm, victorious, and cold.)

The handcuffs changed hands today.

The jail’s got a new set of guests.

And I’ll be the one signing the papers.

(Beat stops abruptly)

Sorry, you don't have a lawyer.

(Deep laughter)

Enjoy your feast... you're on the menu now.

(Final massive crash of drums)