Feed the Beast

Intro

(Sound of a stadium crowd roaring, then a sharp whistle)

Is it just me, or am I feeling the hype? (That’s right, that's right)

We got a war on the turf under stadium lights (Let's fight, let's fight)

I ain't here for the fame, I ain't here for the peace

I woke up feeling like a BEAST off the leash!

Chorus

Hand it off, let me work, let me cook

I’m the nightmare they wrote in the playbook

Low center of gravity, high-speed chase

I’m a locomotive moving at a violent pace!

(CROWD: WORK!) I’m the engine in the back

(CROWD: HIT!) I’m the heart of the attack

They want the crown? Let ‘em come and try to take it

If there ain't a hole, then I’m gonna have to make it!

Verse

I’m crouched in the backfield, staring at the gap

One hand on the turf, yeah, I’m snapping the trap

I see the linebacker twitching, he’s hungry for soul

But I’m a ghost in the shadows, I’m out of control!

Ball in the breadbasket, tuck it in tight

I’m a bolt of dark energy hitting the light

Stutter-step, plant the foot, leave ‘em in the dirt

If you try to arm-tackle, you’re gonna get hurt!

I’m reading the blocks like a master of chess

Putting every defender under physical stress!

Verse

(Beat gets heavier, adding a metallic "clash" sound on the 2 and 4)

BOOM! That’s the sound when the helmet meets the pads

I’m the best nightmare that the coordinator had

I don't dodge the contact, I invite the collision

I’m a human demolition with a 4.3 vision!

Lower the shoulder, let the sternum feel the weight

I’m a Mack truck crashing through the garden gate

Stiff-arm to the grill, keep your hands off the jersey

I’m a monster on the gridiron, I don't show mercy!

(YEAH!) You’re looking at a yardage machine

I’m the hungriest runner that you’ve ever seen!

Bridge

(Beat drops to a heartbeat and a low growl)

(Thump-thump. Thump-thump.)

Three yards and a cloud of dust? Nah.

I want the whole field.

I want the air out of your lungs.

I want the hope out of your huddle.

(Whisper-growl)

They think they can stop the rain?

They think they can outrun the pain?

(Building volume—Faster)

NO BRUISES. JUST SCARS.

NO LIMITS. JUST STARS.

WHO OWNS THE TURF?! (WE DO!)

WHO WANTS IT MORE?! (WE DO!)

Verse

Fourth quarter, legs heavy, but the mind is on fire

I’m the only one here who will never, ever tire!

Look at the defense, yeah, they’re gasping for breath

I’m a ten-ton hammer, I’m the "Sudden Death"

Burst through the line, now I’m out in the open

Leave the safety on the ground, praying and hoping

Green grass ahead, yeah, it’s a beautiful sight

I’m a shadow disappearing in the Friday night!

TOUCHDOWN.

Outro

Check the chalk.

Check the tape.

You can't catch what you can't contain.

(That’s right... that’s right...)

(Let’s fight... let’s fight...)

FEED THE BEAST.

(Sound of a heavy gate slamming shut)