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Pixel War Cry
Pop/Rock
Utwór Pixel War Cry został wydany 21 czerwca 2026 przez Turtle Blazer jako część albumu Built Out of B******t - EP
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Data wydania21 czerwca 2026
WytwórniaTurtle Blazer
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM98

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Turtle Blazer
Turtle Blazer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garrett Prater
Garrett Prater
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Turtle Blazer
Turtle Blazer
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Load up. Lock in.
No warm-up, no damn mercy.
If the whole lobby wants my name on the floor,
then the whole lobby better fucking earn me.
Ping spikes, lights flick, still I slide through static,
bad odds, last mag, hands turn automatic.
Squad wiped, chat loud, vultures in the lobby,
I breathe once, lean up, now the screen obeys me.
Crosshair cold, shoulder low, heartbeat going savage,
one tap, smoke crack, turn the mess to damage.
They thought I was done when the red bar thinned,
but I grin at the loss like, “shit, let’s begin.”
No shield, no spare, no safe place hiding.
Just nerve, just aim, just pressure rising.
The server can shake, the room can howl,
but I was built for the final round.
This is my pixel war cry, screaming through the wires.
One breath from gone, still walking through fire.
Hands on the sticks, fists in a storm,
I turn last life into legend form.
Pixel war cry, let the scoreboard bleed.
I do not fold when the whole squad needs me.
Low health, high aim, no fear in my eyes.
Count me out, then watch the kill-feed rise.
Respawn grey? Not today, I am not a ghost yet.
Corner check, quick step, every move a threat.
Flashbang blooms, room splits, footsteps scatter.
My pulse talks trash like none of this matters.
Ammo thin, armor cracked, nerves stay wealthy.
Enemy stacked, still I make it unhealthy.
Round clock choking, crowd getting rowdy.
I clutch so hard the damn lobby doubts me.
If I have got one bullet, that bullet has a purpose.
If I have got one second, that second is a furnace.
If I have got one teammate watching from the dark,
then I carry that silence and turn it into sparks.
This is my pixel war cry, ripping through the wires.
Half a heartbeat left, still walking through fire.
Hands on the sticks, fists in a storm,
I turn last life into legend form.
Pixel war cry, let the scoreboard bleed.
I do not fold when the whole squad needs me.
Low health, high aim, no fear in my eyes.
Count me out, then watch the kill-feed rise.
Load up. Lock in.
Last life. my. pixel. war, cryyy.
Written by: Garrett Prater
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