Buzzword Butcher - Brutal Industrial Metal Song | Synth Berserker by @manor7740 on 3Speak
▶️ Watch on 3Speak --- “Buzzword Butcher” by Synth Berserker is a brutal industrial metal track aimed straight at lazy critics, recycled internet insults, and everyone who throws around “AI slop” l...
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The little judges gather where the weak opinions breed. They sharpened, borrowed phrases like they found prophecy. They bring a cheap label and pretend it cuts deep, but I hear fear in costume when the insects start to speed. Bhop, BOOP BOOP BOOV B recycling hurt. You never heard the weight, and you never saw the craft. You smelled a public target and ran, and with the pact, you point at the tool like that proves what I lack, but the hand on the hammer is the reason it attacks. This voice is mindful from breath and scar, not a stolen ghost, not a borrowed star. It sounds like me because it came from me, and that truth hits harder than your jealousy. You came with a label, I came with a blade. came with a slogan I came self-made, you came with a smirk, I came with a blast, you came with a trend, I came, built to last. Little songs with the sharp edges filed flat, no blood in the rhythm, no teeth, in the track I want bass like a landslide breaking through bone, I want drums like engines dragging iron over stone, I want teeth, and the base, I want rust, and the scream, I want the whole damn mix, like a wrecking machine, you call it fake, because the future makes you small, so you hide behind a buzzword and pretend you stand tall, you never built thunder and you never made flame, but you know all the insult and none of the names, that is not judgment, that is not taste, that is a weak Catchphrase, swallow your sneer, I feed it to the furnace and make it disappear. You brought a meme, my brother roar, you scratched at the wall, I broke through the door, keep talking down, keep running your mouth, I make it heavier and drown you out. Look at the expert with nothing to make, chewing one phrase like a dog with a fake steak, at the genius so brave and so blind, found one insult and crawled into line. You say it like thunder, but it lands like spit. You say it like judgment, but it dies where it sits, I grind your words into rust and dust, then turn your mockery back into thrust. Every sneer is coal, every joke is oil, every lazy insult only feeds the boil. You came to shame me, but you missed the mark. Now your little cheap shot is fuel in the dark. The riff bites harder and... The drums march on your insult dies, but the song lives long. You brought a whisper, I brought the blast. You brought a slogan, I built something that lasts. Say your little line, with your borrowed little bite, you swing like a coward and miss every strike. Shoke on your catchphrase, swallow your sneer, I feed it to the furnace and make it disappear. at the wall, I broke through the door, keep talking down, keep running your mouth, I make it heavier and drown you out. You mock the sound, I forged the name, you brought the insult, I brought the flame, my voice is real, my fire stays, my sound survives, watch you're slow I think.